today, i wore my perfume
in case you’d come,
in case you’d hug me
and tuck your head on my neck,
kiss me on my forehead
so i won’t have regrets
—but you never came
i hoped, what a shame.

it was our very first meeting
but i already imagined,
how we’ll be cuddling
in years we won’t be counting

i love that he is too kind,
and like a double-edged sword,
it kills me in any other way

when he shows it to everyone,
i suffer from jealousy
and when it’s me,
it feels like i’ve won a lottery

now that i think about it,
i’m falling deeper for his kindness,
i’m just afraid everyone would do too

am i guilty as sin?
he didn’t write ‘mine’ on my upper thigh
but building up made us feel so high
only in my mind

am i guilty as sin?
i never touched his skin
but we had little trysts
before the sunrise met our eyes

and if “there’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk”,
can i have these fatal fantasies over and over again,
without being guilty as sin?

you called her baby,
once honey
sometimes it’s coldness,
she was always clueless

my inside is gloomy,
and it’s raining heavily,
still, i think of you clearly,
clearer than the sun
when it’s shining at me