my birthday is approaching
and i might break my promise, boy
but let me recount the things that happened
first, i fell in love with you
and second chances i was longing for
for the third time, i dreamt about you and me
so when the fourth came by, i carved myself to fit your mold so hollow
because i knew the fifth signal you sent out, and it wasn't even meant for me
loving you was like the sixth advice i gave that i didn't even follow
and now i found out the seventh incident: your love not reciprocating
as i stood up, moving onto the eighth solution: letting it go
i ran all the way up to the ninth floor, not looking back even once
because, it will all eventually boil down when the tenth of february arrives
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starlit mindscapes || poetry
Poetrywe stay still and rot in our beds at midnight, overthinking about the choices we could have done different. we spend too much of our time in our thoughts, paint landscapes with the brush of our brain, and write fairytales with the quill of our eyes...
