My *pseudo*love story
Thursday, March 1, 2012 9:12:48 AM
Look up at the evening stars - Kotaro Oshio
http://mp3.zing.vn/bai-hat/Look-Up-At-The-Evening-Stars-Kotaro-Oshio/IW6IEIOD.html)
We first met on a cozy July Wednesday
Unexpectedly, hastily, and illusorily...
The first time in my life, I could talk to a complete stranger with ease
Glibbing, laughing, and wondering...
If only we had been frozen in that very moment
Once and for all...
I first had your present the second time we met
The enchanting smile that melted my soul
The cunning yet sparkling eyes that kept me wondering
Kept searching for a clue,
That tells me right from wrong,
That makes me leave or stay,
That shows me all about your heart...
That I had always been able to find from any strangers
That is stronger than any stupid astrological report
That helps me make up my mind...
In vain...
I can't "decode" you.
And I hate to surrender.
And I can't stop solving you rubik
In my mind, from day till night, from dusk till dawn...
You first gave me your typical-of-an-Aquarian gift the second time we met
A magic physics tube, from your stupid rocket club, with a world of wonders inside, of the sacred Turquoise color I've always treasured...
With the radiant smile... that totally captured my soul...
I saw nothing but you, a great big question mark, the hardest problem I've ever encountered...
February 15th? So what?
I never cared, and never care
You're nothing more than a math problem.
But, a problem I accidentally got... stuck... in...
You kept that fatally smiling face at me every time we met
You kept looking at me with your puzzling eyes
You kept talking about the awesome universe stories of my fantasy
You kept taking me from wonders to wonders
You kept flying to all the corners of the earth with me...
You sent me the stupid Vietnamese love songs, that later just constantly reminded me of you,
The motherducking boy that dared to befriend me...
We kept waiting, chatting, and playing tricks the stormy August, the hectic September, the sentimental October
We fought the mornings, and reconciled the nights, in the stinging November, the nostalgic December, and the festive January...
We argued and hugged
We shouted and listened to the silly Michael Learns' love songs in our portables
We went our ways, and met again
Just like the infinity sign...
I hate that feeling
Hate that I could never know what to do...
Hate that every time I wanted to break free
Your tie kept holding me back
Hate that I removed you from my Facebook
Just to add you again a day later...
And hate that you always accept the requests
With your eternally attached murdering smile
Hate that I can never hate you for more than an hour...
You're the labyrinth I can't manage to escape from...
Days went by, and people changed...
Right dear?
"Now I can see that we're falling apart
From the way that it used to be..."
Just five months, and you're not the childlike Aquarian I used to know...
My mind exploded because of you, wicked!
I. Can't. Solve. You...
The first time in the three consecutive years
I receive a card...
The first time in my life
I lost my ego, conspicuously chasing you the butterfly, clumsily and pathetically...
The first time in the three high school years
I can define the word "date" in the most outrageous namely Aqua-*inviting*-Gemi way.
The 29-day February came...
On my best friend's birthday, we had our volatile arguments bursted
And I walked away from you, thinking I'll never turn back...
And again, duck it!...
Moments later, you gently sat by me
With your mawkish sentimentality
Told me how much you yearn for my return
And asked me to be with you again,
Looking at me with your damn adorable smile
Telling me to be cheerful again, as you love the cheerful me
Promising me I'll never have to be alone...
The stubborn me wanted to make Valentine our break up day
The stubborn me wanted to forbid you from entering my life forever
The stubborn me told me never to smile at you, or talk at you ever again...
The stupid me cried pathetically at night, imagining you delighting that Scorpion's little hands
The stupid me gave you chocolate candies
On the wicked February 15th
That brought you to life
The stupid me kept showering you with care and affection...
While the intelligent me still trying to decode you,
And logically telling me what to do...
In vain...
February 29th...
I wanted to do something special for my special someone
And all I received... is the absolute silence...
... from the angel that never let me go...
Or the angel, that has unintentionally, dropped his Turquoise love tube for me somewhere down the river...
Or the angel, that has been shot by Cubik at the same time with that Scorpion robber...
I've got drained day after day
I've got worse day by day, in all aspects of my life...
With an emotionless blank in my answer sheet...
An empty space in my mind... the space you used to come and poke, haunt and go...
What have we had after all?
Who have you been to me after all?
Who are you? Who are you really are?
And hey, February 29th,
Are you my official 'break up' day?
I have written numerous *love* poems
Seemingly for this boy, that guy, or these men...
But dear,
All of these people...
Have once and always...
... been... YOU...
Stars... just tell me what to do...
! If you think it's sort of silly, you'd better stop now! If not, go on and read. It's all about Gemini. And I can say that this is NOT 100% true if it's about me!!! You can use it as a document/tool for selecting the right way to communicate with me, or any others with this sign.






