The Hunt - Poem by Biscuit Collection
I made something for him. I planned it to be some sort of a sweet surprise. I expected him to be, at least, happy. But I guess he found the whole idea crazy. And it hurts so much. I had been planning this for weeks and I really thought this would somehow touch him. But I was wrong.
He never knew I was hurt. I never had that strength to tell him so. I couldn’t blame him for thinking this was crazy. It was, anyway, just a game I made up, for all he cared. He never knew I spent weeks creating this crazy idea. He never knew I was serious about this either. But I was.
It hurts so much to have all my efforts put in vain. He could’ve hold on to the craziness and pretended it mattered. But I guess he wasn’t really up to it.
I called it ‘”a game of forever… to be played only once.” A game that was never finished… and would never be. Though I hope it was.
Now, after years had passed, I wondered what could have been and what would never be again. Until now, as I remember this part, I still hurt. I guess he never really figured out the idea of the whole thing. And I guess no one would ever figure them out either. Maybe all these were really absurd or something. But he could’ve at least tried… for my sake.
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