Don’t get punished by yesterdays
The mountain’s peak became my chair to watch the underside of sulky promises.
Am I allowed to be in a towering rage in front of people who arrogantly fan the flames of my tamed part? Or will I just bring myself to heel, accepting my expectations’ defeat?
One day, may I reconcile with the people who wronged me without any signs of wound from them. Because they have only put the seatbelt on the easiest part of me, which is what they only considered special.
At intervals, I use my earphones to get a load of the harmony of rains and thunders, occupying my witching hours with the spirit of my inquiries—did they ever cry for me? Did they ever regret not saving their relationship with me? Did they ever write an apology letter for leaving me in my happiest place? Did they ever think of greeting me on my birthday?
I fear being forgotten, but I drive farther to go in terror of not being able to forget…
The country road, where the broken promises were left are still waiting for me; however, I shouldn’t be the one picking them up. I shouldn’t give a lift to anybody who surrendered me to a villain—in which I am not the heroine; it wasn’t my mistake to list in my guilty climax.
But I am longing, wanting, and looking forward for a closure—a closure to officially stroke a tail end of holding on to something that I never got to broadcast in my disappointed lover class.