A Collection of Poems

047: Pact

I remember this poem very well. It is about a person that everyone hates but I love, as a friend. I don't know why they accuse that person as an airhead, but I think that person does, really. Instead of hating that person, I even liked it, truly. I don't know why, but I think it is because you must keep company of every kind of person, whether good or bad, for it helps us be constantly aware of what is good and what is bad. Anyway, I still like that person, but we're far away and I can't even tell that person how much I want to know that person's life more. That person is very realistic and sucks at times, and that person can be very annoyed, irritated, and even hot-headed, and that's what I am interested in - a person who can handle such content in his/herself without breaking into pieces. Ever since I knew that, I wanted to learn it, because I break myself everytime.

XLVII

PACT

Same lives, different ways

Same fortunes, worth disgrace

Same perspectives, yearning gaze

Same paths, confusing maze

Same waters, different seas

Same crumples, fold and crease

Same conditions, war and peace

Same abrasions, tears to cease

Same sensations, different cold

Same partitions, cracks to mold

Same handles, threads to hold

Same ages, minutes to old

Same curvatures, different bend

Same messages, blood to send

Same ballpens, inks to lend

Same cuts, lacerations to mend