Dear Daisy,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I am well aware of your capability,<\/p>\n
Victimizing your prey with your innate tendency<\/p>\n
To poison them with your potion of lethal grin.<\/p>\n
Disguised as an innocent form of love on your outer skin.<\/p>\n
We all know your love is ephemeral,<\/p>\n
Has an expiration date shorter than dairy<\/p>\n
Fake like our childhood’s tale of fairies.<\/p>\n
I am, at this moment, honest but formal,<\/p>\n
Because you filthy, rich people are all pompous,<\/p>\n
Nothing but a mere show being all ostentatious.<\/p>\n
So here I present, along with my manner,<\/p>\n
My most polite form of my disdain towards your demeanor.<\/p>\n
Listen you indecisive bovine!<\/p>\n
The gravity of love you might not quite understand, fine!<\/p>\n
But the simplest part of a promise,<\/p>\n
It must be kept, there is no compromise.<\/p>\n
Period.<\/p>\n
But you just had to leave him, didn’t you?<\/p>\n
Was it because you thought he’d never come back?<\/p>\n
Was it because you were scared?<\/p>\n
Did loyalty have an expiration date too?<\/p>\n
Or was it because Tom had more greens in his pocket?<\/p>\n
Digits in his bank?<\/p>\n
Fame to his name?<\/p>\n
Was love just another careless commodity to your expense?<\/p>\n
Did love come with a price tag?<\/p>\n
I hope it came with a free return policy,<\/p>\n
In case you change your mind about Tom too.<\/p>\n
Dear Daisy,<\/p>\n
I am grateful that I have no son,<\/p>\n
For I don’t want a boy living his life facing the past,<\/p>\n
That he forgets to grow up into a man.<\/p>\n
This marriage, I will not simply allow.<\/p>\n
For I don’t find my backyard as a soothing spot for a wedding,<\/p>\n
That will turn into a funeral.<\/p>\n
I will not outlive my son.<\/p>\n
But I cannot promise anything,<\/p>\n
You taught me how fragile promises are.<\/p>\n
Dear Daisy,<\/p>\n
If you decide to ever stick to your guts,<\/p>\n
I hope this letter serves as the reason to your final decision,<\/p>\n
For you do not see your careless heart.<\/p>\n
I hope one day, you will have a long staring contest with the monster in the mirror,<\/p>\n
And come into terms with your melancholy reality,<\/p>\n
That you are incapable to love.<\/p>\n
It is quite a mystery,<\/p>\n
How you were loved by Gatsby.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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