the twilight lullabies [poetry]

poem #13: haunted

memories are beautiful,
but sometimes it's like a scar,
that was still fresh on the inside,
painful when it's triggered.

i already forget how it feels like,
the heavy chest,
the soaked, bloodshot eyes,
the frozen hands and feet.

it's crazy that sometimes,
those feelings were still haunting me,
like i'm a haunted house,
of the things i used to love.

i don't hate you,
but i couldn't see you,
in the same light anymore,
confusing, isn't it?

just like the way i was confused,
of how did your heart take,
to broke someone's heart,
that only beats for you?

it's easier to think,
that maybe you didn't love me at all,
than to overthink and bleed,
with the same wound over again.