My Existence

My existence in your life
might be the most unexpected
among everything else you ever imagined.

It doesn’t have the shape you intended.
It doesn’t have the taste you preferred.
It doesn’t have the worth to deserve you.

Hence,
all the trouble,
all the unanswerable questions,
all the nagging,
all the tantrums,
must be bothering you.

If it’s still there,
it could be because
you tolerate it,
or perhaps
you don’t want to be lonely.

All I needed was
your love and care.
Instead, I received
all the arrogance,
all the ignorance,
all the unimportance
that you can put on display.

Yet, I’m still hanging on,
perhaps by a thread,
because there’s still
some hope left
that you’ll be mine.

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