you danced under the question mark,
its just so hard,
to figure out, your mind.
things just seem to attack you,
like daggers thrown out of nowhere.
they trigger me,
from deep down inside,
y cant i fend it for you?
like how a parent would for their child.
let it hit me instead.

jealousy fills me always,
y does it?
for some simple reason i just cant ignore.
not wanting to confront them,
i shun them away.

putting all these aside,
i wish to be by your side;
day and night,
to just comfort you,
thats all i can do.

each passing day,
a new chapter is written,
to this book of memories.
however good or bad,
treasured they are.