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As I packed all of my belongings
Before leaving for the airport,
I secretly wished you'd asked me not to go.
Instead, you wished me good luck
And hoped that I had a better future.
Perhaps this was your way of telling me
That although you did not want me to go,
You really wanted me to be happy
Even if it means not being with you.
Perhaps this was your way of telling me
How much you loved me.
You're never the guy full of hearts and roses.
Romantic movies were never your type.
Your only true love were facts and figures,
Hard and plain as a whiteboard.
Concrete and indisputable.
A lover of the quantum space
And the spectrum of the universe.
You'd always say romantic movies were silly
And fairy tales, a frivolous ideal.
So it was quite remarkable
How you looked at me
With a deep wonder in your eyes.
Like how an artist looks at his muse.
As if I were a mystery you couldn't solve.
Like one of your hardest math equations.
Like one of the secrets of the universe.
If only I could speak Mathematics,
Then I'd described our current lives
Like the parallels lines on a blank graph paper.
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Hearts & Chaos : A Poetry Collection
Poetry"Art is a mouthpiece. When all reason begins to fail. Where does it come from? Is it the rain of sadness or is it the pain? Is it grieve slowly pouring in droplets? Or is it trauma roaring like flames?" - "What if l were an art ?" "Hearts and Chao...
