To The Unforunate Past

Nothing consoles me,
You may bring milk to make skin smoother,
Dispense pink roses to show manners,
You can tell me repeatedly
I am unbearable,
Still, nothing turns diamond into rock,
Nothing is innocent to the anticipated reconnection.
.
I'm not trying to harm your ego,
One learns to speak by speaking,
Soon I'll ignore the pointless brimming,
I may be nice like a pro,
Perhaps smile at the singing birds in the morning,
But it means no advancement to the past affair,
I'm sure you understand this.