Funny, funny young man
Come and go as he may
as if he knows enough
that the door will always open
waiting for his arrival
even when it is locked,
without bother knocking
he had his own key to open it immediately
Oh, funny, funny young man
Never ever thought that every time he’s back
he will be leaving the pain.
The first time I ever saw that man I wanted nothing more than punch him square in the face. He reminded me of the things I want and never gonna get; to be wanted; to be number one of someone’s priority. He reminded me of the things I said I would never do yet I’ve done anyway. He reminded me of the reasons I turn into someone I didn’t. He reminded of the poison I took, and looking at him now makes me want it more. He reminded me of the shits I’ve been through, pain I suffered, cruel words I said. He is the one behind my toxic pen I wrote crappy paroxysm with. I could make a thousand lists of why would I punch him in the face. He is terrible as a human being, he is terrible to me. One night he called me, laying himself open. And I rendered, erasing all of his sins from my resentment. The air became colder but the moment I let myself thinking that he probably doing that to many people, I faded into flames. I put up some reasons why I shouldn’t ha...
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