This is just message within.
I don't know, where can I start with.
I don't know, whereabouts whom.
I don't know, what else you do for your living.
I don't know, if it's good to bid goodbyes by time passes.
I don't know, if your worthy or something else that invalidate your feelings before after me.
I don't know what else you are up to.
I don't know what are your thoughts about us.
I don't know how much far will go with the breeze of wintering wilted flower that blooms in spring.
I don't know if it's just a midst of underlying conditions and neglecting.
You as cold, me as hot.
We are blended yet whom with, reasoning with and anything with.
I don't know if I can be the best version of ourselves.
But one thing, that every day I chose you over anything.
Forgive you, treason you, treasure you.
Despite the fact that invalidation of valid feelings.
You're gone not so fast neither slow.
Fading fast the same thing over and over again.
Fame, speech, money, beauty, status matters.
That who says that beauty doesn't matter but to my reality is beauty neither pretty prestige portraits.
I don't know anymore, the way you were a year or two, relapsed.
I didn't know that I was the one who holding back, the other side of coin.
Letting you go, fades; as we can here today in the presence of absence.
Absolutely, learning about it and forgiving ourselves up to.
This way or that way.
I tend to prayed, for ourselves grow separately.
You initiate separately by means of communication, dilusional, blame game, mourning other side.
Me, acknowledged by default that's enough to engage with my echo.
I don't know how much longer you do, as you do.
Into the woods, worlds within.
As long as you are gone beforehand, even though it's own will to lose you for awhile.
I tend to pay attention, don't care anymore.
I tend to more attention to myself.
To get rid of you, and to move the hill to horizon without you.
Please, leave things behind unsaid.
You better you say nothing at all.
That would worked.
And to make sure, you and I no longer crossed paths.
Dismay, varies.
As didn't get to know you, revealing you as you.
I tend to recognized but disregarded.
Yet, if unsure disregard.
A wise people ignore.
But it's really hard to recognized a wise man over wise man.
Correcting a wise, doubts.
Correcting a fool, arrogance.
If wise man, recognized by means; why disregard.
Thrice, is enough time with you.
Forgiveness is for ourselves, doing such recklessness and years enchanting.
I tend to recognized that, ours foundation varies.
You wicked mind tricks, self-pity destroys peace, manifesting.
A reverse split over you.
Manifesting peace, freedom of wealth, growth that success definition by me, health that wealthy, families that growth themselves.
As if, we are no longer either exists anymore.
I know myself more now and I'm too grateful for every little thing called life.
Life is everywhere.
And ending this echo, chaos.
Now, can we just start over again as stranger because you gave back my peace again.
For anything that bothers me.
It supposed to be at peace, ease.
I know would you be happy for me too, afar.
This poetry reserved January 28, 2024
Revision and Published By Mariel Mae Genovia Amora
Original Title: Venue for Party - Some Other Time
Revised Title: Spill Tea
