The Cat

When you enter your teenage years, you will want to feel something you don't know
Since I was so full of curiosity, someone had once told me that curiosity killed the cat
So, I thought, the cat had 9 nine lives
But, maybe, the cat wanted to know and wasted them all and died

This was my tale of woe
And this is how it went

I met a boy with a hair of gold
Eyes of an ocean
So beautiful that you'd just stare and listen to every joke he made
So unpredictable and so brave

I had a crush on him, now falling in an endless sea of emotions I've felt before
This was different and looked at him once more
When I did, a tragedy happened to a friend of ours
We all had grieved for hours--- until he wrapped his strong arms around me

I felt small compared to his massive, strong body
And after that, we took pictures of the stage
With me being the chaser
With him being the runner

Both of us were in foreign states, confusing ourselves day by day
And because I loved him 
I didn't bother revealing my worst parts when he had a girlfriend

He seemed internally emotional
While I kept myself externally stoical

Our wings could fly and deep down we knew
Our wings could fly even if we grew
More and more curious I checked on him
The first life I've wasted was crying to my friend about him

The second wasted on another I tried to pursue
The third spent on an old wreckage of the past
For the fourth, I cried for needing him
Fifth, I was warned that he wasn't good for me
Counting the sixth, I questioned why couldn't I call him mine
Seventh, I had been wasting my time
Eighth--- I told him I needed to move to another state

And the ninth, he had dated and loved another
And I wondered why I even bothered
I kept myself emotionally intact
But, like the ocean had been poison, it had ravaged for my dreams and killed me

I was killed at the end, yet I still feel the broken love he offered, reminding me that I was
Dead
But that I was still alive