Forgive me, sexy castle of my longing,
for it seems that
I have to divorce you again.
Do not ask why it always
happens right after
Or why we never really
bedded, despite all my efforts
to make our relationship work.
I might have said this before, but
your hallways always seem so distant to me,
your windows so open and so closed.
Your walls lock me in,
guiding me and restricting me
at the same time.
Often times, I take a wrong turn,
and I get lost in your many passages, only to
find my way out after countless hours
of trial and error.
My frustration builds for days on end,
and eventually, I leave.
Yet I always return.
I continue to be enthralled by your hypnotic beauty, no matter
the number of mistresses I have been with.
Still, I treat you unfairly.
Your corridors fill with trash I sworn I already
cleaned up and sometimes
I forget to care.
I am a terrible excuse of a housekeeper,
I confess. I should hand the keys to kid Coby down the
block for at least he
polishes his childhood toys.
even as I depart,
I selfishly cling on to your wasted love,
hopelessly waiting for the day when
I am capable
and experienced enough
to deserve your welcoming, faithful doors
A poem I wrote in the midst of exam revision. Basically my thoughts about writing. (You would had guessed that)
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