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Poem 2.0 - It Was Meant To Be (Unwritten)

Published 2.28am 28th September 2022

As I was writing (after like 16x4 lines as a continuation to the poem before this.), I decided to delete lines which are romantic and erotic in nature as it will be deem inappropriate to have such thoughts with a Specter. Therefore, every feelings were being thoroughly re-examined before I was medically declared as mentally unfit. After the exhaustion of endless editing and re-editing from lack of continuity, disjointed storyline, incorrect words and etc - I finally decided to butcher the whole piece at the end as an act of revenge. Plainly a psychological retaliation towards the sole reader I am aiming to just simply throw her out of her mental state. I can be evil of a sudden. Must I say I am sorry? The line below was my sudden change of mood and remnants of my memory with regards to the piece.

...Yes, this utter confusion. How does it feel to read something rhythmic and being thrown out of the window all of a sudden? That is the Void. The Hollow. The Emptiness....

At the final editing phase, more deletions were meant to take place until the wrong button was pressed and the whole piece was deleted. A poem which literally sense the feeling of the Author himself. So strong was his message and psyche that it turns into the meaning of the poem itself.

...It Was Never Meant To Be....

At that moment, I paused as I really didn't like the ominous title. After an hour of silence contemplating such poetic predicament, I came to the realization that it was my mind which bend towards such negativity. So, I decided to alter the title to one with a positive note...

...It Was Meant To Be (Unwritten)....

Meant to be? Unwritten ~ with regards to the poem. Meant to be? Together Maybe? Whether the poem or the actions I perform in deleting the poem itself are reflections of my paranoia nature or simply a glimpse of my fear towards the future, I simply have no idea. All I ever remember were the last four lines and my intention to have them written.

If you are sure to die,

I will definitely cry,

If I befall into the Shadow,

Will your soul ever follow?

Guess I will never know until one of us are literally dead.

*A poet (probably sent by Specter) once hinted that 'Love can be discreet', is really very hard for me to take in. I prefer a little bit dramatic.