And I’ll just keep it this way—
to be in the same sinking boat;
to be in the same dark tunnel;
to be in the same gut-wrenching carnival ride
to listen to the same 5 Seconds of Summer’s song;
to watch the same heart breaking movie scene;
to read the same tragic romance novel;
to stare at the same abstract painting;
to sleep on the same human-scented bed sheets;
to wear the same perfume and the same hairclip;
to walk to the same busy streets and hike the same morning hills;
to swim the same blue sea and chase the same sunset;
to drink the same brand of alcohol and smoke the same cigarette;
to survive the same storm named after the same person
to write the same name behind every titled and untitled poem.
I have to keep it that way
because as time passed by,
I became used to and familiar with it.
I have learned how to live with it in default.
I have grown accustomed to the way it itch and swell.
I have mastered how to tame the monster I had given birth to
after someone came to impregnate me
with lies, broken promises and an unsaid goodbye.
I have to keep it this way–
to be hurt with the same kind of pain;
to be sad over the same memories;
to be miserable for the same reason;
to be in love with the same person.
I have to keep it this way–
to live like a peculiar child in a time loop
away from the hollows
who dress up with crooked smiles and poetic tongues;
away from the wights whose eyes, oh the eyes,
that looked like real and soulful outside
but empty and plain white inside.