Riddle

i swear, i did not want to.

in the slightest sign of beginning 

i banged the door shut right at its face

i walked in stealth not to stir it to frenzy

somehow, it sneaked and spread like a thief

 

i swear, i did not intend to.

the more i shove and shake it to shatter,

it reassembles and bolted back stronger

creeping its way through every void space,

 

i swear, i tried not to.

my wall made strong of cautiousness

it corroded just easily, i don't understand

weakening and overpowering me

 

i swear, i tried but. 

tired, i accepted defeat

i waited for the warmth of peace

then i saw you smiling for someone.

a chaos of myself baffling me like a riddle.

 

Reviews

[Beautiful Intentions]

I absolutely, positively, utterly love this piece, Ada... The crumblings of our own self-resistance when seeing someone we care for just smile at another person rather we know that smile to be empty or not. Jealousy... How it can make one so rise to the occasion. At times like a bull with a mighty set of horns and hot breath bellowing from its nostrils. A glint in ones eyes which screams, "Bring it on." It is chaos... Such chaos... Almost a complete unraveling. This was a brilliantly precise representation of what it feels like to suddenly become ones own worst enemy with little else but a delivered smirk. This is so perfect.