Mind Games


I didn’t even wish to have this feeling

Thinking of you is so tiring.

I know you are cute, kind, and talented,

But can’t your memories stop flashing in my head?


When I see you, I can’t blink.

My mind is so playful; I do not want to think.

If only I could put this feeling into slumber,

Then whenever I see you, I won’t remember.


I hope to put a boundary in my mind—

Something that’s able to stop this, I can’t find.

How can two opposite flavors be mixed?

For how my brain works, I really want it to be fixed.


For this plant inside of me,

I want it to be pulled out immediately,

Before it grows into a tree—

Which is what I don’t want it to be.

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