I'm not being cynical, I'm just being practical; I don't want another saga, That could end in a debacle. Yes, I'm afraid, To try to love again; I've learnt to live with it, Learnt not to live in vain. I've learnt not to cry, Not to hope for the unreasonable; I've learnt to be strong and independent, I've learnt how to stay stable. Each blow that I bore, Has thought me a lot; I've learnt where to draw the line, And where to put a full stop. I've no regrets now, I've learnt to accept; I've learnt to block out memories, Even if I cannot forget. Currently I don't need anyone, It might only get messed up more; When people love me with all their heart, I too want to love them from my core. I need sometime, I want to feel the need to let go; I've no qualms being alone, Its only teaching me to grow. Now, I've learnt to love myself, Learnt to get bright from dim, The only thing I now have to learn, Is how to stop loving him.