Katrina, My Dear:

Katrina, my dear:

The heart is a unique creature.

It has a mind if its own.

I cannot simply demand of it to stay put when it wants to chase butterflies (or ghosts of them for that matter).

One day,

When you have the time, the resources and the courage;

Tell me you do not have any regard, at all, for me and for the future we had once planned.

By then, perhaps, perhaps this heart could falter and stop its vain attempts of being reciprocated.

But until then—

Until then

Let me be someone who still wants a space in your life even when you needlessly hit her with your arrows and bar her out of your life.

Maybe, just maybe,

I find it hard to believe that someone who claims to have loved me as deep will drown in shallow waters.

Thus, this hope in embers refuses to die.

Meet me in the same plane,

Outside the comfort of that room you have built where I do not exist.

Meet me without your inhibitions,

Just as you are, as I have known and loved;

Meet me in the same plane

And I’ll gladly accept defeat.

But until then,

Until then allow me to bruise

(No, that is an understatement)

Allow me to crush my ego

Beneath your unyielding walls.

Allow me to chase my last shot of happiness with you.

Allow me to make you remember.

Allow me to apologize for my mistakes.

Last stage: nearing that goodbye.

Found a rabbit hole in this concrete jungle.

It’s been distressing me— this sudden shift in scenery. Too many people, too many buildings, too many cars— too much of everything.

Yet the air is too thin as the smog grows thick; the sky lacks its stars, and the mornings are devoid of their glory.

There are too few conversations, even fewer smiles. My mind is a constant pounding paranoia, my hands restless.

I just wanna go home.

Mood

By  Giulia Bersani

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