I told myself
I’m going to pull
myself together and
swim until I reach
the surface.
But it’s been six months
since then and I’m still
stuck in this water.
I drowned, and under
the surface I could see the
midnight sun’s glowing halo.
“Grab hold of it”, I said.
But no matter what I do, I couldn't.
I’m stuck in this same place.
There’s dark water everywhere
and the sun never rises.
I feel like I’d been thrown overboard.
But in reality, I jumped into the water.
I said, “**** it, I’m done.”
I left behind the warship I was on.

How come 3 years later, you
are still the only one I want,
rummaging my empty heart,
reaching out for something that
you took with you after we part.

It all started when I
helped you finish your
Solid Mensuration homework,
when we stayed at the library
until closing time, and before
going home, you bought me
a sundae, caramel flavor.
But you didn't take me home.
25 months later, I'm still hoping
that you'd walk me home.

Hating you is impossible
although you're a terrible person,
reason is you are the sun -
radiant and blazing, still
you burn me from afar.

And I like the sun so much.

I didn't believe them
when they told me
you smoke.
Until one day,
you told me
yourself that
you do and
proudly showed
me your pack of
cigarettes.