I've never known graffiti and energy drink,
never spent my youth in the corner...

They tumble off the page,
... letter...

He's zipped up your ribcage and swore
never to touch it again...

I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...

Another evening of spaghetti,
another day of bread...

There's something about my heart
and quantum physics, I forgot...

A decade of desires
has sunken into bedsheets...

I am a story;
not a number...

My feelings for you are like poems,
cast into a shameful teenage drawer...

Time's tapping
against my tea cup...