Everyone told me to move on,
it's funny because I, too, am trying to do so;
I did try diverting my attention,
trying to deal with this whole situation.
Yet, here I am.
Pardon me for not trying harder,
actually, I've never hit rock bottom this bad;
to forget you is like taking a dive,
retreat doesn't seem like an option to stay alive.
Irony is that I know I like you,
couldn't even dare to deny for "it is so obvious";
it's like you have those infinity stones,
and I, as one of the soldiers,
couldn't handle your power but to kneel in front of you.
Everyone told me to move on,
sure, I did try doing that;
told myself I am myself and I control my own mind,
ever wondered how it went?
Bad. So bad that I have spent months trying,
actually, I still am.
Not gonna lie, I know I'm down bad.
Writing poems is actually a sign-
To forget?
No.
But to continue this stupidity of mine for as long as I can handle.
- Keith // bittersweet
