I hate to write
About how this pain stayed after old happiness
I hate to admit that in this world,
You became my sadness
I hate to remember
Sitting beside you, you were looking at me
Without wearing an expression that mirrors my feelings
I hate to think that I always write
About our moments on the bus going home
Seemed you were en route to your destination
Taking the best part of my heart
And turning the rest into dust
I hate to let you hear this
When I admit this was written for you.
—Jhunamae Moja(Smnllyl,you became my sadness)
Journal Date: 02.14.2023