a world won't unveil a timeline where the idea of you stays empty
even with a mile of space, to not think of you always cost plenty
these thoughts of you often come to mind when it's unnecessary
with similarities—having the same zodiac, I could've been wary
the constellations might've made a mistake for us two to match
to another water bearer, I fathom it's erroneous for a heart to latch
with an empty soul, I'm my own agent, as nobody speaks the truth
as I used to speak highly of you, I'm forlorn from wasting my youth
and when a new timeline is presented right in front of my two eyes,
a timeline where I don't think of you, then I'd treasure it like a prize
I still tend to question these days, "why can't you meet me halfway"
even if everyone shows up, I'd only focus on your eyes and its ray
as I prepare my sword into a war of people's words of insignificancy,
with hopes to tell you stories from bygone days, I try to find the key
because you rarely take the time to listen, similar to a birth-giver
wanting to be called a lover, yet like my parents, you never not differ
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After the Eventide
PoetryDivided into four chapters, "After the Eventide" is a collection of poetry and prose that navigates through different stages in one's youth, thus growing up in an unsettling and unforgiving place. It circles around relationships, giving too much un...
