Haywired

r e b o u n d

Like yesterday
and the day prior
letter and number
help me to get rid off
the image of that man
from messing up my head
any further.

Little do I know
those cheeky letter and number
would twist my lame idea
savagely betray me
wounded my heart deeper
when I thought
things about to get better.

The letter B
starts the war first
reminding me continuously
what I used to address him;
a short-form for baby
rather than the whole word.

B then gets braver.

It calls the letter N
and the other four friends
kind enough spell out one
out of his two names
shaking my iron defense
as it gains number attention.

Inspired by letters action,
number 1, 8, 3 and 9
are happily dancing in my brain
forming his date of birth
and our first day of being a couple,
completely breaking my wall
with similar rebound method.

Again and again.

At least
letters and numbers
inflicting less hurt
compared to word and sentence,
because remembering
the three magical words
that he said in one sentence
not knowing it was only a game
from the very beginning...

My heart hurts.

My pride stings.

-S.A-