my own

the tears, the joy, the experience
mine;
you may have inspired them,
but they're mine, and mine only
i never asked you to respond,
but if you do, you'd do it willingly--

i greeted the world with hazy eyes today
lids half-closed, strangely swollen
and just one eye
kept me dazed, floating, slipping
if sentiments could be blocked easily
like my blurry vision
unwanted tensions wouldn't emerge