a SLAP on the face

the irony of it all
crumbling, just crumbling
all when i was sleeping

those words
are mine
so take them back
so i can hear them,
to me

not in front of you

i'm listening to songs i can't relate to
songs, if i could swallow my pride,
i'll admit i'd like to understand
days are slipping away
i'm doing what i'm supposed to do
but i want more
something that'll make my heart beat just a little faster
my smile just a little wider
my day just a little brighter

i flipped through a stack of notes and letters from middle school
a repulsive brat i was

in another life:

wewouldbetogetherandhappywithouttearsorpainoruncertaintyandallotheremotionsthatthreatentotearusapart.

till i see you again

or not,

it's soothing to know that being here,
being back,
is still so familiar.
i'm not a stranger.
i'm part of this place

music: "Lying in Your Closet" --Chen Chi Chen