at the pit of my stomach
deep down
those words
filled with some sort
of betrayal
speculation
stabbed right
there
and I felt
really
really
really bad
and guilty
for everything
I probably shouldn't have done.
Yet the past cannot be erased
Neither can I burn all the memories away
Desperate
to crush them into *****
and throw them right into the fire
burn
burn
burn
let it burn
but my memories are no paper *****.
and they come back
every
now and then
from the back
to the front
a subtle reminder
**you probably shouldn't have done that.

flips through pages and pages
words and words
exclamation marks here
and comma there
at some juncture,
ellipses,
and it was a lovely illustration
of a thousand punctuation marks
and
words
mouth agape,
I wonder
who am I penning the story of
you
or
me ?

afraid of losing
my touch
so as many know
or may know
over the million of miles that separate us
I am
afraid of losing my touch to you.
Maybe not exactly to you
but losing that touch
to something I've never known.
afraid.

The day finally draws
Too close
It's tomorrow
People putting on their best armor
Ready for the battle
While I,
Face it
Without weapons
To protect
Fervently praying
Hoping those bullets
Won't pierce through me