Fate.

I will not be caught, by you or anyone.
This time,
I've become abstract, and grime
As my secretely heavy feeling

I will not be haunted, by your heedless jinn
This time,
For in this world of grimness, this world of mine
I'm a dim sun, that's ceased to shine.

Black in black,
One of which manipulates the other, how superior!

Yet, in your world, I'm a crow in a universe of white,
A universe of angel-like whiteness,
There's nothing beautiful in white,
It's not even a colour.

Oh lord,
What does he have and I don't
See with my fireflies, my eyes can't
see the same you in yore, so I shan't 
Recover from this, I won't aspire to more.

Oh my dear,
It's almost the third year
Since you have leapt
Out of my life
And I still can't bear the concept of being left
To face something I do not want.
I'm too obtuse to consider you a sister, or a mother, or whatever relative you choose.

You're probably thinking happily of him, and I'm here writing
You may consider this art, or back-biting.
I'm nothing but a word, uttered by fate.
That no way it is to love, or to hate.

Oh all ones who feel, including gangsters
Including fighters
I'm just a poet, in a world of writers.