you are like a jigsaw puzzle
that every time i scratch you out
the more i couldn't decipher.
do you think i'm davinci?
sorry, you knocked the wrong wits.solving cases was not my track,
not until you put a chemical in my lungs.
wow, i'm starting to act like hella sherlock
deducing you is my newest needs.
should i try my luck? if no, who are you?
maslow?okay, you were never a
nursery rhyme.
i bet i'm not old macdonald, too!
i don't have a farm but i planted you in my system.
see, i still couldn't crack the code you locked me in.you even made my world spin
like quantum theory,
no matter how hard i move on—
forget it, einstein could never
cheers to apologies.you were not even running yet
i couldn't still get you handcuff
'cause you were taken
by another suspect— was she evelyn hugo?
nay, chasing you is
a bullet on my chest.don't pull all the triggers,
'cause i know i'm willing to suffer—
do you know bruce willis?
i'm applying to cia, no buts,
i'll just track you down instead.oh, i hate to look at that innocence,
it’s stirring the bars i had.
you never warned me of such robbery,
now, i'm missing something that is not meant for me.
could you at least plead guilty?in the name of sherlock,
this who i was afraid to be
caught off guard—
this might sound playful
but trust me, i'm going nuts.
YOU ARE READING
ain't first, ain't last
Poetryto be one's saturn. [old poetry collection for someone we could never have]