Proud To Be The First...

I'm proud to be the first to know you Harti
Now i can judge you
And can discribe you with my words
In a simple way...

You are not the best person
But at least i'm proud to learned to know you
To experienced all those things
Between bad and good

Now i know what's the difference between love and hatred

You taught me how to love
But then you taught me also how to hate

By telling me all those shit...
Like how your first date
How you like that woman in your first meet..

Oh so sweet,but after 2 or three weeks of adoring and loving her
You started to hate her

And telling me that you better don't met that girl
Oh so shit that you can't love only one
But a real butterflyman you are
Whose always flying from one flower to another.

Like as what you did to Lina
Linda,Lillian and the thaiwomen
Whom you adored so well
Even they are married
But you love to spend your time with them
As you only hunting some old and married asiansgirls
So you have no reposibilities to them
You just need their love
And take it all forgranted
As you always did.

Lillian was sweet and young
But after you kissed her
You said she's not the one for you
And not really the best
You called her as Psychopath
Cause she begun to fall in love to you...
Are you sick or what?
Please try to be better Harti, crazy like always is not the best
As you don't deserve to beloved by the women here
You're just a lonesome and a poorguy
And not others...
So don't wonder if noone will love you back
cause you are not the best too...your personality don't count so much but
your character..
Your slimy words are not enough
To let the women to love you!
If you have nothing to offer as only your depressive look
And your lonely smile...
No woman will love u too.

If in the next generation,,,or when i'm born again...
I won't let you in my heart again
You just left some thorn
And still i have the pain.

I can't avoid to think of you anymore
But not others as between love and hate
That aches my heart more and more
When I think of your sweetmile ,i'm melting again...
But when i recall all those nasty n bad words you used to me
I started to get insane
This is why i wrote this poems again
To minimize this strong emotion in me
And those unhealed pain!