Children

alone to my thoughts again.

let me pen it down for you.

june twenty-second.

how does it feel?

lost, maybe, dazed, confused in a state

of sadness and frustration

what do - did - i really want?

nope. i dont think i knew back then.

or even now. so help me.

am i not capable of thinking for myself?

how did my words escape me?

lets start all over again.

pen this down all over again.

june twenty-fourth.

a month and a half of a gaping wound.

i never thought i'd see this through.

i expected much worse, yes,

but i feel much worse than i thought.

people come and go, i am well aware

but i cant seem to find you anymore.

a sea of people, they all say?

maybe that's how confusion comes about.

left aside a cold stone for both of us.

life's that way, people take, people go.

and people come in between.

june twenty-nineth.

where have you gone?

my mind's out cold, i've waited for you.

you were the world to me.

well, i guess you're gone.

see, love is a strange thing.

i know i could learn to love you right.

but i love you too much to try again.

one day, we'll look back at this

and realise how childish we really are.