hopeless little thing

[whatisis]

after reading
i am usually so bursting with words
i cannot speak
you did not like me to keep quiet

we sat face to face,
and you usually read what i felt
within seconds.

i have forgotten your face
but i will never forget that
burning trace
you left

that dream
out of this world
into my world

you said
was it impossible to be happy
with all the suggestions
that i am mediocre,
not up to your standards

was that what vipassana
taught you
so you could appear in my dream

then wake up the next morning
telling me it's no big deal.

i can't imagine how happy
life must be for you
if only for the witholding of mine.

i want to sit in a wat
for hours
forget this career and survival thing.
if i marry him i'm busted
for life,
then i won't ever dream of you again.