Don't let me be the heaven you adore
and then turn me into an ordinary stone
Don't let me taste your sweet longings
and then serve me sour stare after the storm
Please,
at least save me from that kind of wrecking
Don't passionately call my name,
and then choose to forget who I am
Sometimes, I hate how haunted I am by you
There's a poem of your love confessing straight to my face
But no,
the poet's not you,
for the hundredth times, it's not you
Is this what they called delusional?
I swear,
you have carved your words even through the poets from hundred years ago
And I am haunted
Perhaps,
Delusional,
Tell me
Or I will always believe,
that lie they put in my head,
That turns you and me to a beautiful tragic story
And perhaps, delusional is the heavenly path
The only choice to escape
that one tragic fate
Tell me
or
just leave me guessing
how delusional I could be
Then we'll know
which path is true heavenly
