I spent every second of the day thinking what should I do?
How can I get rid of you?
I don't want you around me anymore.
Tired of seeing you everywhere I go.
I could map out every single details of you
The way your lips quirks upward
Posture as straight as you carry yourself tall,
Eyes gleam, youthful, somehow the first thing I had noticed.
Your soft yet rough hands reaching out to me,
Your breathing, your scent, your voice.
I see you everyday, that I remember it all.
Listing it down seem almost as if,
As if I'm writing a poetic passage
I've began to feel as though I've analysed you. Your whole being.
I drown myself, not to die but to feel in control.
I couldn't even construct a sentence for the one I claimed to have my heart, yet I've become an analytical person when the subject is you.
So tell me, how do I get rid of you?
I see you in everything I do.
The sun that rise, greeting me in the morning.
The air I breathe, knowing your lungs functions as I do,
Tell me, how do I get rid of you?


- kimin