Warning: PG-18, obsessively dark thoughts. This is purely passive aggressiveness, no racism originallt intended at all although the imperfectly impure writer maybe biased.
Silent words
You say “don’t apologize” when I disappointed you,
I didn’t even know that,
I guess you didn’t like not being treated as an equal.
I didn’t say you made me cry in public,
you didn’t ask.
I couldn’t even write a proper poem about not apologizing,
I tried to understand what you didn’t explain
last time a man made me felt like this I spent two years writing a fucking book about him em
I hate your country,
I despise your silence,
you ignored my messages but saw my stories
with the name of the bar like a silent obvious cry “please come”
I wish you wasn’t so smart for your age
the artist didn’t finish the drawing about you,
she refunded to me so I don’t have anything to gift you before you disappear
maybe I’m too much,
maybe you’re too gentle
or not.
The first time I cried was because you rejected (me and) my job proposal,
the second time I cried because you asked me to change myself
“stop being passive aggressive” basically
but you brought that out in me
normally I’m active aggressive
no one has ever asker me to change myself em, not even my parents
I’ll blame my country for not putting enough impact in our citizens’ votes
but seriously, who asked that?
you, only you, em.
you want to change the world
I want to naturally grow myself
because I know how much forced change hurts
I wish I only admire your writing em
I have a new man
he helped me through the night
I don’t know…
maybe I’ll write a book base on you when you’re away for 1.5 years and publish it on Amazon so you won’t know a thing about it
my American friend has a huge break up with his Viet ex,
he still searched for her Viet book in Vietnam.
Chị sẽ viết về em bằng tiếng Việt để em phải dùng mấy con AI em ghét để dịch mấy suy nghĩ tiệm cận người lớn chị nghĩ về em nha nhóc.
I wish I only fetish your intelligence as an acquaintance…
Why do you frequently touch your lips?
I keep remembering your bicep line,
for no reason,
no reason at all…
I won’t say anything, love,
and you, will never initiate, of course.
