white string’s

dear,

” when i am in love,
all i want to do is just to hold your hand,
to look into your eyes and hug you by my side,
to kiss you goodnight,
and look at you when you are asleep in the morning,
feeling envious that i am not able to share your dream tonight,
and laugh back at myself as i always wake up later than you
when i am in love,
all i want to do is just to have you by my side,
lying in the bed doing nothing,
cuddling all day and night.”

but i can”t sleep.

you never know me.
i wonder why, why i was given a chance to try.
i wonder why, why i persisted even when i was being denied.
then you lied.
then i lied.

i always know you.
you never forget, you never
stop comparing, and wanted to feel it back.
you felt sorry and wondered if it was correct.
that’s why you sometimes felt it high and sometimes flat
when you’re with me, you wished you never had.

when you said it, i had predicted it.
you said you would cry, and i wondered why.
but i just said goodbye.

and now i cry.

it is incomplete.
because there is the why.

regards