How come

How come when I see her
my heart promotes treason
my mind wants to delete her
like she never was

how come when I’m feeling
all that vulnerable
I want to be with her
how come I want to feel her

how come when I hear her steps
I want to retrace them
like I’m to blame
a dirty secret hidden in my reclusive

back channel elephant remembering
like orchids never existed
how come I notice nothing
refusing to submit, to the realisation

I can’t feel  it real anymore
I don’t know what she is


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