what is there to forgive?
i do not hold forgiveness over
anything nor anyone.

THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY

1
once, i believed that mimicking
what seemed to be perfect was
the right thing to do. and so i
went out, put on a mask, and went
on to become who i have become
now.
pitiful, am i not?

2
come to think of it, i loathe
myself for not having put a
foot forward and blocking the door
that closed before me. sometimes, even
if i tell myself i am totally over
the terrestrial visionary, i look
at myself in the mirror and see
that i am not entirely truthful.

3
when things are down, and i have
NO ONE to turn to, i text you, even though
i know you will not reply back; i
dwell in the fantasy that
you may answer me back - the mere possibility
of a beep excites
me by the second.

4
what have you done to me?
i have forgotten about you, but it
still tickles my bones when i
think of the times we hugged severely
in bed - oh, that dastardly
lovable bed. it excites me to
remember the moans and groans, the smirks
and the flinching eyes. such sweet
coin-bank slit eyes.

sometimes i close my eyes at night and realize that life has never been perfect for me. not since you stood there in front of me, asking me to choose; and i did not.