Some say, “when you’re sad, write a poem”
“Sorrow is the gasoline for people like us”
But most of times it doesn’t light me up,
-it kills me time after time
And now my heart is like a graveyard full of tombs
some are still open, and some are closed
I’m afraid of finding the old body
-while digging for the new one
Are they fossilized already?
Or are they still wet and rotten?
I replied to them,
“I don’t have to find a muse,
-my life is already like one”
When I was seventeen,
there was a man who texted me
A man I knew only by the name,
We came from the sperm of the same person,
And he was born before me
The fucked-up thread I had only
imagined in my head, for years
Was now talking right to me
Saying my mother and I
-had ruined his and his younger brother’s lives
because our father abandoned them
At that time, I was still a child
who is fussed when her father forgot to say
“see you later” before going to work
However, a huge wave crashed over me,
drowning me in a sea of guilt
Because all I had with my father
-was a happy childhood
Something that kept me going and stay sane
before everything went south
But it turned out, I didn’t deserve it
Knowing that behind every little laugh,
there were two other children
crying, searching for a father figure
There’s an eldest son
-who suddenly becomes the breadwinner
and maybe, my birth was the cause
I apologized to him,
though I knew better
a bunch of sorry would not pay
his youth that I and my mother
-have taken away
It wasn’t even a confrontation,
every word he spoke
was somebody’s reality
that I’ve only heard as bad news
It is just bad news, right?
I couldn’t even compare my wounds to his
What a pitiful youth
Then he continued
maybe the reason was never me,
-or my mother, or somebody’s out there
Maybe we just needed something to hold on to,
so it didn’t fall apart
And maybe he and I are only the victims
-clauses that appear in cause and effect
It’s only what it is
I don’t need the sorrow to be my gasoline
it might burn me
and make my vision unclear
If looking for a muse
-is the only way to put the spirit
within my words,
I’d better not write anything
…this is life
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