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~Today

  • Writer: Ceyda Güzelsevdi
    Ceyda Güzelsevdi
  • Nov 6, 2021
  • 1 min read

I should have been more honest to you. Truth is I lied; I don't know you. I knew the person the day we met. Was about our unchangeable core. Now maybe that day was from the future. I guess there is no way to know. I think we have lost each other, somehow. Or maybe I was just too blinded by all the depth, I made you something different inside my mind. Just like how I know I already know you, I want you to know: That's not what I saw, so I chose the safe side, because with that stranger, I felt unfamiliar. I know exactly well that this is not who we are. Yet I felt guilty, because all left for me, all you left for me was to walk out. Where are you?

Seems like I lost you in the day I found you, then we both died. Instead of surrendering to the neighborhood, we left it all behind. I refuse to believe it's due to your desire to wander. Just maybe, you're that fearful, supposedly unafraid with your unreal laughter and smile.

You know what hurts most? You know that this is something else, that I am "me". Yet you treat me like any in the crowded shelf, saying to me that you know, I'm one of a kind.

You know what hurts most? You, blinding your sight.

You unseeing what is already there. Not one day.

Today.




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