For Someone I Barely Knew
This will probably be my last letter for you.
I know, this is impossible to reach your line.
For someone who’s a nature-seeker,
You’d probably won’t pass by this dull.
But then, I wanted to write you an end.
Even your role was only a stranger,
My gaze at you had never felt odd.
You unknowingly became my friend.
A friend — should be the right nick,
If I couldn’t call you my Lover.
When I barely knew who you really were,
The silly notes are all that hoped me.
You’re different from others,
In a way that almost made us alike.
I’m the puppy isolated from the outside,
And you’re the kitten always in for discovery.
But how in the world is that akin?
Behind the puppy and kitten,
We’re scared of what’s underneath.
What’s beyond the scope of our beliefs.
Yet we try to level the fun,
Even if in return is our exhaustion.
‘At least we enjoyed it.’
Even if it will take another isolation.
Night owls trying hard to be early birds,
Jaded but still tries to fit in.
Tries hard to avoid connections,
Very unpeople-persons.
And... that’s all I know about you.
‘You’re different from them.’
You’re always hidden from the crowd,
Always missing in action.
‘Always missing in action,’
You show up today and hide tomorrow.
You’d miss the biggest event.
And we’ve only been connected once.
Am I too hopeless?
A bit attached, don’t you think?
Did I misunderstand your lines?
Or maybe you unmeant the signals?
Were they meant for someone else?
Those hidden hints I intend to connect.
The reservation, signs, your songs—
Weren’t they meant for me?
I couldn’t sleep too well,
I was always kept awake at night.
Overanalyzing all the cryptic words,
Your commitment to something.
How foolish was I,
To have confidence with you.
I don’t own any part of you,
You don’t have anything for me.
After all,
We barely know each other.
Only with that one connection we had,
That I burned out of wrecklessness.
How tragic—
Even if you don’t know nothing,
About the guy you met months ago,
His absence will affect your routine.
Stranger, what kind of curse do you have?
How long will it take to expire?
What magic did you acquire?
I realized that you’ve locked me in jail.
I was handcuffed,
Unable to speak with tapes on.
You disabled my brain with your drugs—
But you’re supposed to heal me.
You’re supposed to be carefree,
Just a caress to my glass heart,
The whispers like Zephyrs’—
But you’re choking me now.
And I hate it why I’m still numb.
You poisined my system,
But all I still see is your gentle.
Your soft glances on me.
How bad could a kind person be
Are you too good to be true?
Or bad showing what you’ve felt?
I hated all your subtle responses.
For someone I barely know,
But I felt like I’ve known for long.
Now that I burned our only bridge,
Do your part then, burn me.
