Reading it 031

Reading it

it always been a pleasure
reading the words you written
on your diary beknown to the world
as we savvy people called it,
the blog.

yet recently it has been a pain
admist the deciphering text
changing from chinese to english
produce half-heartedly by babelfish
the cruelty of being a chinese illiterate.

As you pour hearts out,
i got more sicken by it
even if it was poor translation job
i knew the meaning well
i shouldnt read it the first place

ever since that fateful day
every single entries was love-stricken
whether it was trivial or meaningless spats
sort of like a love drama
only this one, a really bad one

should i have stopped reading it
when i probably should
but my own selfish insistance
telling myself i am alright
what a stroke of luck

it came back to bite me
a real hard and painful one
but thats life i suppose
because i wasnt the male lead
i was just the spectator that got hurt

but i am laughing at myself silly
painful but a good lesson to learn
if you stare too long
you gonna strain your eyes
oh well, l will live on
as they say life goes on.