Another pt.2

 

Here I am writing again about you.
I know I'm still not over it.
Why do I listen to things?
You were so sweet—so sweet to indigest.
Continually on my mind
How we both would react
If we cross paths again,
I can't cry again.
Don't want to cry again.
I was running away from things.
I am back where I started.
It's all a circle; you complete it.
And you are right where you were when you began it.
Where will I find that spirit?
Where can I write happy writing pills?
That girl is lucky; you're writing poems for her.
I had you as my symmetry and
Supposedly, symmetry is intended to be broken.
Moreover, when they crack,
They have a significant impact.
I suppose on the cosmos.
Unfortunately, the cosmos is me.