Wandering Thoughts

She’s considering marriage,

She is keeping her options open

Why I ask? Doesn’t she fear of repetition?

Hasn’t she learn anything from the turmoils,

From examples, from experiences…

Like a child so gullible to sweet words,

Like an adolescent, so touched by little gesture of intimacy,

How then will hurt not exist if she keeps coming back for more..

Why then does she crave to walk through the fire yet again?

Why does she still think of him?

Why so desperate at the mere thought of him?

Why do butterflies still flutter at the mere sight of him?

How did the hatred die of so fast?

Wasn’t she a moment ago filled with rage?

Didn’t she just feel the stab pierce through?

Didn’t she just vowed never to love again?

What sense of hold does he have on her?

Why is she is weak to something so wrong?

Is this love? Or just sweet blissful memory pangs?

C.C 05′