Direct(ed) Confessions
You
Asked me why I watched the same movies
Again and
Again
When I'd already know the bittersweet endings,
When I'd already know the characters' fates.
Like how Juliet would wake up to find a dead Romeo
How, Bang! Bang! sounds my favorite actor's death.
You
Used to get crazy over my Audrey Hepburn reprises
Again and
Again
When I'd memorized her dress code in Tiffany's
When I'd been to Rome to tour all of Holiday
And…
I
Thought life is but a movie,
A play, in Shakespeare's words, a stage,
Where the words "Lights, set, action!" direct my moves
Where actions are planned, scripted, and perfected.
And I'd know how every line, every scene,
Is going to play out
According to their plans
But
Not anymore.
Not in the movie of my life, there isn't.
Any stage directions to guide me.
Any directors to plan my decisions.
One
Wrong turn made,
And my life is spiraling downwards,
To the depths of nowhere,
And I
Don't have anyone else but
You
Who asked me why I watched the same movies
Again and
Again
When…
I'm sorry.
And it may seem cliché,
But it's all I could say, out of my mess,
Because…
Because I liked
Liked to see how things were going to turn out.
As planned.
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