Dear me

Dear me

Sometimes, or rather most of the time
you should keep quiet.
Zip up the mouth,Uhu glue them,
stitch them up, do whatever that keeps
the mouth tightly shut.

Because the more you say,
the more you're wronged.

You just need time to prove the wrongs, wrong.
and the wronged needs to buy time to prove
that the wronged has been, wronged.
You get my drift.

And you,
I have my own problems to deal with,
you're not helping me.
I don't like you.
Stay away.

Not you.
But if you think it's you,
i cannot stop your thinking.

Dear me,
you are speaking incoherently now.
Incoherent with rage and grief.
And you know all these, are words of anger.
You know you'll regret after you feel appease.
But what the heck right?
you're a lunatic.

Dear me,
you have a very patient sister,
stop taking her for granted.

Dear me,
you wish someone can back you up with things
you say and said irregardless-ly.
You wish there's someone you can trust wholeheartedly.
You used use used to have one,
but her . . . gone away dead.

You.
I miss you.
Very badly.
And i feel like crying.

Signing off
Ignatius,
Me.