You say you are the opposite of me
Two different sides of a coin, we're like oil and water;
I say I'll never be like other people
I'll be a plant from another root,
We'll never grow the same flower.
But why does it feel like
everything I do came from you?
I wrote a whole dictionary and turn them into stories;
You and I, we're not living under the same sky
But why does it feel like a robbery stealing all my memories?
"You" is a three-letter word I use in the same sentence as "I"
And I use the word "I" in poems you forced out of me;
Turns out, we're not opposites
If You and I meant the same thing,
You must be the missing part of my poems, of me.
There is no use anymore of writing contradictions against someone who's a part of me, someone who'll haunt me for the rest of my days;
"You" is a plural of "I",
A maze depicting the beginning and end, not the turning ways.
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Poems From Puerto Verde
PoetryDuring this pandemic, we find more time removing each layer of our identity. The deeper we look out our windows, more stars appear. Our hair grows longer and longer. Everyday is spent like a time loop. As Milan Kundera says in "The Unbearable Lightn...
