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.
; 