Three years of silence. Blocked.
It was a tactical retreat
to dampen the heartbreak.
Half-hearted responses
when hearing your name,
living every moment as if
you never existed, save
the exceptionally dark nights
drowning in "what ifs"
and reminiscing the person
you were... who I thought you were.
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Thirty-six months should
have been enough to dissipate
and scatter these cursed feelings
into the passing breeze to oblivion.
Yet ignoring things didn't solve
the underlying issue that sat
when seeing you in person became
a possibility rather than a daydream.
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I hated myself for the butterflies.
Cicadas would be a more fitting term.
Beings lying dormant all this time only to
claw its way back to the surface
of both my mind and heart.
So I did what I had to in order to live on;
I taught myself to hate you
not that you made it very difficult.
☁︎
A hundred and fifty-two weeks
is ample time for a person to change
to experience the beautiful painful
whirlwind that is living every day.
The boy who wore character onesies
and had a boyish smile paired
with starry eyes filled with infatuation
for his then crush turned to be
someone unrecognizable. Self-important
attitude, pierced ears and no care
for this supposed friend he made
a thousand and ninety-five days ago.
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That moment of self-doubt and fear
that the flame re-sparked was short lived
doused by the cold bucket of reality.
The act of hating him so I wouldn't hear
about this new persona, at some point
became the truth I don't regret.
☁︎
And so he changed
but I had as well
the me who always put
others before myself,
when faced with a choice
of you or me...
I chose the person in the mirror.
I can't say I quite love her
but we are coming terms
that she isn't all that bad.
🔆
About the Creator
A. Nguyen
A writer at heart who wants to share my works. I want to evoke emotion in people when they read my writing but I won't ever know if I can, if I don't put anything out into the world so this is my first step :)
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