Day: September 23, 2017

see you,

when I see you again;

we make no promises to meet

it’s a better way than saying

goodbye.

•

i had dinner alone at night

in the east, far away

from home, both

physically, and

emotionally. something

stings.

•

at night, I am guilty again—

the objective consequentialist

screaming at me: this is partially

your fault we lost it, and I don’t

fight the accusation.

because I am guilty for not realising,

I spilled the beans. And

it haunts me; I can’t sleep.

•

maybe i am too naive

I always come off as

inexperienced, immature

but I am trying

but I keep failing

like a kid.

•

i didn’t really need dinner

i was hungry

but it was not physical hunger.

rather, I consumed my emotions

cuz I was too weak to fight them

too weak to hold them close.

too afraid to brace the collision

of the truth.

•

see you,

when I see you again;

I wish there’d be a date

but this is with what I will

temporarily settle.