Bare Thoughts
If I could put how you made me feel
in poetry,
I wouldn't be trying still.
I would lay my thoughts naked,
honest and bare, nothing like your episodes.
I told my friends 20 stories about myself,
perhaps in only one you had a vague appearance.
I laid on my back, falling deep into
the shallow sea. A place where riptide
can still sweep me my end.
But yet I floated.
I allowed the currents to be stubborn.
I grinned at the azure daylight,
sea salt crystallised on my wounds.
Somebody,
I saw flashbacks down the memory lane again-
Something I tried to skip.
What used to be sweet is now bitter,
like a cup of bland coffee-
not an every-day treat,
not a guests' favourite,
never what you meant to me.
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