NEVER BEFRIEND A NOMAD OF LOST CAUSE

If I could do it all over again, I would choose to never love you.
I would choose to rationally stay away,
I would choose to walk by and not look in the eyes,
I would choose to not take sincerity for love or affection,
I would choose to take uncertainty as non commitment
I would choose to never hold your hand ,
Or if I did, lose it, the second I held it.
I would never beg you to stay , though I never even, ever did that,at the first place. 
But precaution as is wisdom. 
It's  july and time passes by,

here with no heavy heart or diabolical thinking,
I don't feel anything that I ever once did.
I don't hate, I don't love , I simply don't care if you exist or what we ever did ,
But if you certainly do, you should probably die 
A nomad with no home finds peace nowhere that feels like home,
But rather run from it.

A stable should stay away from the vagabonds and refugees in their disheveled journeys,

of breaking hearts and severing ties. 

Leeza