Mar 2017
They began to ask me,
"Do you remember?"
My mind floods with my own idiosyncrasy
As I become a raging storm center.
They must know about a past mistake.
I break into a cold sweat,
And await the full blast of my creeping headache.
I have only one thing from this life I do not regret.
When I looked into those eyes,
I found my long-lost joy.
Though if this is love, I must be wise;
When my heart gets involved, I'm like a target to destroy.
"Do you remember?"
My mind floods with my own idiosyncrasy
As I become a raging storm center.
They must know about a past mistake.
I break into a cold sweat,
And await the full blast of my creeping headache.
I have only one thing from this life I do not regret.
When I looked into those eyes,
I found my long-lost joy.
Though if this is love, I must be wise;
When my heart gets involved, I'm like a target to destroy.
Written 10.5.16. This was one of those poems that you write without quite understanding the meaning behind it at the time. Now I understand what my own poem means. I recently made a big mistake and almost lost my only love. Because of my huge mistake, I was at risk of losing the one person in this world I know truly loves me.
