I'm trying to be real
But you wanted me fake
So let's go on pretending.

Remind me (again) of youth
Share (again) with me freedom
Come, let's play
Or just take me, take me (back)
To where we don't need to talk
About the big, big things
And the future.

He knew you were brittle so he broke you.*

After endlessly hitting the fire alarm button, out of panic he successfully destroyed the extinguisher's case. His adrenaline came rushing in as if he were Superman. He knew that you have been protecting that weapon a long time ago. But, he knew more than you do that you must subside for a while so he would try to put out the dangerous flame inside you even if it means breaking you.

I didn't want you to know how much I wanted you so I kept writing poems about you, put them in a box, buried it at the backyard near the mango tree where I carved your name. And, I left you a note during my last visit.*

I was rocking my chair there at  the front porch cuddling my kitties like an eighty-year-old lady was supposed to be on a sunny afternoon. Then there's this little boy (who looked so much like you when you used  to be kid with chubby cheeks on a picture in a frame hanged from your living room wall) who never stopped nagging me about those letters in a box he found at the backyard.