To that (not so) dear girl.

My dear girl, 

You do not have the right

to take it upon your hands.

To mangle more the strings

of those who were trying to fix.

To take what is there

because you feel entitled,
                                        enabled,
                                                        empowered?

My dear girl, 

Things fall into place, yes.

But who are you to put them,

as if in infinite finality

and assume it is the end?

The premise that you hold,

the conviction for the false.

My dear girl,

Things crumble as you say

                                  ..you've seen.

But never believe that lesson 

was not yours to keep.

In end you lose, you break, and weep.

Remember what you sow

you reap.