this is good.

i talked about high school today,
talked about the part of me i left behind
talked about him
talked about that wonderful past/memories of mine
talked about me

and i could relate the details with laughs and smiles
with that wisp of wistfulness

i'm listening to tanya's "amnesia" (translation)
she's singing the sorrows of many
that forgetting is moving on
i love this song, but i don't agree
each and every moment i cherish--
i say this with no hesitation

[im]patient

damn, i know she must be upset and confused now.
trying not to cry, brusing her lips.
my words were harsh, more than impatient
*but you had more than enough time to ask me about this,
more than enough time to confirm your doubts,
more than once did i take you to places,
so please, show me the effort in your part.*

i promise to control my temper, i'll try, really.
promise me you'll do the same, 'kay?
we'll work on it together

*i'm sorry

if i knew you were were so addictive,
i'd rather never to have known you.
--that's a lie.
but who knows? it might be true

your words, your being, existence,
has none but a feathery effect on me.
i've loosen all strings attached,
all but one,,
i won't deny it:
and always will
*
*
*
there's too much to say
with risking shame, doubt, insecurity

at this moment

slowly, languidly forming--
not a word will be voiced,
but give me time, it'll come

**
my sister has done well,
and i know she'll continue to do so.

**
let's pretend that everything's
still nice and well,
gloss things over and twiddle our thumbs