I love the way you teased me,
the way you laughed at me
like as if I was a joke,
perhaps, I really am.
Now I finally had a chance
to take a single glimpse,
about the truth,
there is no denying why they love you.
these feelings that sprouted like a stray flower
will vanish easily like shooting stars
I won’t let you know
that I am attracted to your mysterious filigree.
you will never notice the beauty of the mud
because you were too busy sailing in the deep blue ocean.
Upon my grave,
I buried these feelings in paper
so they may emerge and bloom
in my forlorn and lonesome stillness.
words by: CJ Sanchez