45. Dear Sorrow,
You tapped into my deepest of fears yesterday,
when I saw your photo with a girl in my phone,
maybe someone on the internet you met, someone from your work,
clinging on to you just like how I would,
now I wish I could have long hair like hers,
she has more beautiful eyes than mine I'm sure you look deep into her,
but I am here and I don't know what to do now,
we’re only so young,
where do I belong, you were just mine now,
feeling like a child losing its way to its home, i'm lost,
paper boats down the river don't last for too long.
you did a very immature thing, I wish i could tell,
but who decided the norms anyway,
justify and fight but nothing makes sense,
wake up one day and forget all the memories we shared,
obliterate the meaning of your existence in my life,
you are not my family anymore, your family isn't mine,
everything looks like a lie,
everybody liars, everything a prison
but here we are writing letters never to reach us.
every second with the thought of you alone,
feels disgusting like never before,
have I had too many expectations?
so don't be an overthinker, get attached it's too soon,
but I am too slow, always too late,
maybe I am just stopping you from finding your soulmate,
what kind of a lover it is to be,
if not fade into you to fade into me,
and then we would have grown,
but not now, just grow old with this sorrow.
maybe someone on the internet you met, someone from your work,
clinging on to you just like how I would,
now I wish I could have long hair like hers,
she has more beautiful eyes than mine I'm sure you look deep into her,
but I am here and I don't know what to do now,
we’re only so young,
where do I belong, you were just mine now,
feeling like a child losing its way to its home, i'm lost,
paper boats down the river don't last for too long.
you did a very immature thing, I wish i could tell,
but who decided the norms anyway,
justify and fight but nothing makes sense,
wake up one day and forget all the memories we shared,
obliterate the meaning of your existence in my life,
you are not my family anymore, your family isn't mine,
everything looks like a lie,
everybody liars, everything a prison
but here we are writing letters never to reach us.
every second with the thought of you alone,
feels disgusting like never before,
have I had too many expectations?
so don't be an overthinker, get attached it's too soon,
but I am too slow, always too late,
maybe I am just stopping you from finding your soulmate,
what kind of a lover it is to be,
if not fade into you to fade into me,
and then we would have grown,
but not now, just grow old with this sorrow.