Tainted

I don't like sharing

Especially the things I hold close to heart

Because in the end you'd take it away with you

It first came as an instinct, a need to share

To strengthen the bond that we have

But what happens when that bond is eventually broken?

Sweet nothings take a turn for the bitter cold

When the radio plays what used to be my favourite song

Which then became our song, because you made it so

I can't help but cringe in disgust at the sound of it

All the forgotten memories that I've tried so hard to push away

Comes flooding back with just a harmless song

It's not the melody that I hear now

It's all the lingering regrets and frustrated voices

Saying that I should have never shared it with you

Should have never shared what I deemed too attached to lose

Because it will never be the same

I can never look at it the same way again

It has been tainted by you

I tried to brush it off with a cynical smirk

Telling myself that I had been naive

Convincing myself that this will never repeat itself

Reassuring myself that I won't be so willing to share the next time

Besides, every person should have something to keep to themselves

Just to accompany them when things get too hard to bear alone

As a comfort zone, a little secret in exchange for a little privacy


p/s: One day I was all happy and writing fluff
And bang!
Mood swings and sad songs and the result is angst-ridden posts
D: