It had just been today I see once more the light,
Realization came that three years already have past;
Void since then I could not understand,
Why does the memory of you still pains the heart?
How dare you stream down waters through your smile,
Hunting with memories I once thought were worthwhile?
Since when did a helping hand makes it worse?
All you did was be gentle, but I was dying with remorse.
Why can't you just run away?
Why can't you just be embarrassed to leave?
I hate myself for despising you for no reason,
Please, don't be kind for once!
A new chapter was opened,
Yet again, I remembered a word while in bed.
I turn back the pages to search and reminisce;
Only to discover and be trapped in the same mistranslated words again.
It's so easy if you had just been cruel,
It's so easy if you just ignored and left.
I would not have struggled to step forward,
If it's not your hand that's holding me up.
Don't go in my direction if you're not looking my way!
Don't lead me on, if it's the same silent rejection you'll say.
Can't you see that your small actions meant so much more to me?
Every smile pierces me in the inside, can't you see?
Then again, I know I'm too selfish to demand;
In a world full of hatred, you just strive to be kind.
In truth, I actually have no right to be mad;
I deserve the blame for falling for the one who saved me by calling my name.
I expected my own ending for a book written by someone else,
So I missed and failed to appreciate the story it wants to tell.
Maybe if I read it again in the clear blue sky,
I could finally truthfully say a sincere goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
A Withered Daisy
PoesiaCollection of the poems I wrote whenever my INFP mind gets the best of me all throughout High School.