[140515] Kris to Tao
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you're seventeen when we first meet,
headstrong, determined and pure.
the air in the practice room is suffocating.
your likes would never last long.
soon enough you'd be beaten down and those eyes will begin to dull.
I avoid your breathtaking smile.
all I want, is to go back home.
you're nineteen when we debut.
proclaimed to the universe and vowed to the seas
you want to be just like me at twenty two.
all I want was for that smile to never waver.
you're halfway there when hatred and jealousy boils.
sick beings are always trying to hurt you.
it's always because of me.
your soul is difficult to find
so pure and unsullied.
I say sorry to you again and again
(but never out loud.)
and so I distance myself.
the days drag on
you're clearly confused and hurt
I just don't want you to lose that smile.
in the end you look me dead in the eye
teeth clenched
jaw taunt
and say you don't give two s about these spiteful people.
admirable. determined. headstrong.
but why do you always read what they say about you then?
(I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.)
I leave for the first time.
I realise at twenty one, rather belatedly that I don't want this life.
the faster I go the better.
when these feelings are still not solidified.
your emotions reach an unchecked level.
and so I come back.
i cannot leave you now I reason
when you're only nineteen.
(but I think that if I left then maybe none of us would hurt as much as we do now.)
and so I tell them it's because I want to wait
til my popularity is enough
they agree.
you ignore me for days.
I don't know what else to do, you knew I was never good at saying sorry.
we’re alone in the van one day
when you tell me how someone close to you just left with no trace.
i don't reply.
what am i supposed to say?
you never ask me if this is the last time i'll ever leave.
we probably always knew it wouldn't be.
yet you forgive me.
you never should have, i'd just hurt you even more.
but I'm selfish and blinded by emotions
so I cling onto you with overpowered ferocity in the safety of closed doors
behind watchful eyes and cameras
we were never meant for display.
you're twenty and we explore each other
I knew it was a bad idea the moment I couldn't stop.
I love you
(and yet I shouldn't)
and so a year passes in disguised bliss.
you're twenty one and they say it's time.
but you're only twenty one
no one cares.
and so I leave a second time
and so I leave a last time.
betrayed and forgiven yet betrayed again
now, perhaps never forgiven.
for everything you say online are like daggers
and I'm nothing more than a bleeding voodoo doll.
half your thoughts, half managements.
i don't blame you.
i never told you.
i toy with the idea of keeping in contact
the last time I did I came running back.
it's too late.
it's all my fault.
everything I've done. I knew it would come down to this.
love is a spiteful thing isn't it?
to do stupid and reckless things under its guise.
it would have been better if we never knew each other in the first place.
and yet
and yet even so, i could never forget you.
these memories are what keep me going,
the same things that made me stay back,
always for you.
but it was never enough,
in the end i am a single identity and you too are one.
i'm sorry huang zitao
maybe a different lifetime
a different tomorrow.
this love.
your smile.
I'm sorry.
- wu yi fan
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