I’m running in that same direction,
the path that I used to walk on.
The path i promised never to cross again;
but alas, here I am.
I promised not to be back,
maybe more than a hundred times.
I promised not to run back;
but I guess I couldn’t leave it at that.
I was teased, tested and then broken,
things that couldn’t be just forgotten.
That’s why I can’t believe this is happening,
am doing the same thing again.
Running around in circles,
finding someone not supposed.
Feelings that’s suppressed, hidden.
Why was all the spell broken?
It wasn’t supposed to happen,
wasn’t supposed to care.
Wasn’t suppose to feel,
why is this being real?
The signs, the sighs, all fuzzy.
And everything is so bubbly.
Warm, gooey and delicious,
but it is never malicious.
I am doomed, drowning again,
in a pool of uncertain depth.
I am caught, hook line and sinker,
I’ve reached the point of no return.
But it’s all a one way thing,
a product of my own imaginings.
It is all a nonsensical thing,
to a dying wallflower.