Death comes to me young
And Time remains as one who
Is old— yet both come.
Death comes to me young
And Time remains as one who
Is old— yet both come.
I don’t want to live through a thousand lives
Written by hundreds of other people.
If I can be the writer of just one good story
I will have lived thoroughly and therefore, be satisfied.
Hey, my name is Yet Another Face
But you’ve probably seen me around before.
You probably don’t remember, but we met the other day
Briefly, I know, I’m a middle child, I’m used to it
I get it if you’ve already forgotten.
I have a good memory
Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you what you were wearing?
Pastel plaid, jeans and Keds.
Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you who introduced us?
Twice, we were introduced twice before.
That’s alright, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.
I have a good memory
I remember things that happen around me
I know who you are and what you do,
Even though we may have never chatted much in person.
I know where he sits in chapel,
I know what she likes to express in class,
I know when you like to go up to the cafeteria;
It’s alright, seriously, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.
I have a good memory
It’s pretty weird how good it is
I feel like I know everyone, but I only know one.
Myself; I know myself, I think.
Perhaps you’ll allow me to know you too,
Then I’ll at least know you and me,
Unless we meet again tomorrow and I’ll be forgotten-
I have a good memory,
Haha, I’m sorry, about that before
It’s getting ahead of me again
Don’t worry, it’s not your fault for forgetting,
But my fault for remembering.
He took a long sip
From the taproot of
His dis-function:
An explanation
He constantly used to
Quote, unquote function;
When even he knew
That this self-prescription,
Was an all-consuming,
Endless addiction.
I thought concealing the truth was best
Kept hidden in deep darkness was laid
Let those secrets never see light again
If I keep them all there
Then you would never have to hurt
For your or my sake
So why are things so complicated?
In your eyes I only see pain
You want me to bring them to light
But I’ve resolved to keep them out of sight
I do want to let you have your way
Yet don’t cause I can’t stand your tears
If you knew you’d hurt so much more
However, would this actually hurt you
When I’ve already pained
Your heart so many times before?
Writing used to be my escape
A tonic to heal me when I felt faint
Now I realise that it was a trick of fate
To catch me blinded in my head-strong trait
Deceived to think that it would be an open gate
Only to realize that I’ve rushed in− I’ve taken the bait
That’s why now, my very soul is the one that I most hate
I’m penniless
On my knees
Bones bout to break
Panting, wheezing
Time fading away
It’s hopeless, useless
No reason to keep
On living if this is
The only way
.
.
.
But then you come
You were there for me
Before anyone knew my beginning
You carried me
Nursed me to strength
Clothed and fed me
When I had nothing to give
You gave me reasons and purposes
To continue to live
.
.
.
Thank you Haha,
For giving me everything
And expecting nothing
In return