Somehow I know him, don’t know how I do,
He does every single thing I wanted to,
I distinctly remember we've met, déjà vu,
He smiles at my ecstasy, cries at ado,
Familiar stranger, a rival, a friend,
Deciphers the mysteries I can't comprehend,
I know all his secrets, still tries to hide,
His face cannot conceal what he is holding inside,
Quantum entanglement is how I define,
The bonding we're sharing and feeling divine,
Crossing the lines and connecting the dots,
Legion of ideas, plethora of thoughts,
He should be convicted for sins I have done,
My soul is screeching, it just wants to run,
He reminds me of moments I want to forget,
Now I'm feeling broken and his eyes are wet,
A confusing connection, covenant for life,
He'll always be there like a scar from a knife,
Pondering on this question always makes me grim,
"Why am I feeling guilty pointing a finger at him?"
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