Of all the ones before
you scare me the most.
Why? Simple.
What if.
It shouldn’t have been so easy.
The laughter, smiles, stories,
accepting my biggest flaw…
You should’ve been gone by now,
that has been the norm for me
and yet with every fumble
you still answer, an anomaly
I'm not quite sure what to make of.
Enough damage can be dealt
with my thoughts and brain alone
so why speak such enticing words?
Sure, mere passing thoughts
but they sting more than
any spoken in my own voice
because they’re from you,
one-sided turned mutual.
Dangerous.
“If you were here”
“I could teach you”
“When you’re back”
“Together” “we”
An ongoing list filled
with words I want
but won’t entertain.
I can't.
I've already built my sand castle
on the unstable promises of what if
so why must you add yours as well?
Why build my tower higher to leave
more destruction in its wake
and fuel the fire of my imagination
as it burns everything to the ground?
About the Creator
A. Nguyen
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