There is no tighter grasp
held upon this skin
I am so ashamed to live in.
To "forget" is meaningless -
or impossible -
Your memory is a stubborn child.
Is it because, maybe,
you never gave me anything?
Or because I was too afraid to receive -
Afraid of a thousand things -
I am
Afraid I could not catch up to you,
(You always moved too fast)
Afraid you would not wait for me,
(You never thought about anyone else)
Afraid of our likeness.
(It is a horrible symmetry)
What did we want each other
to understand?
Friday, 7 December 2012
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are you in love with someone in the past?
ReplyDeleteHello, anon. Haha. I don't know. This is just among the stuff I write when I feel like I haven't done that much in my life. LOL
ReplyDeleteHaha It's a good poem. Somewhat someone who can feel the same can relate to it.
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DeleteYou don't know or you're not sure? LOL I like the stuffs that you wrote when you felt like you haven't done that much in your life :)
ReplyDeleteI thought he gave you a rose when you were in first year and he messaged you in friendster saying that one of the roses that you received came from him. :3
ReplyDeleteNo. And... Hm, Friendster. I would rather not relive that. Haha
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