Distractions.
Ah, Distractions.
How unpleasantly glad I am to see you again.
You bring joyous terror
to my sacred time;
irrelevant pleasure
I can’t live without.
Oh, Distractions —
won’t you please leave me alone?
I feel helpless whenever you’re near;
my knees buckle
at the thought of you
whispering sweet somethings
into my lonely ears.
At times,
I wish you were closer
so I could push you further away.
Distractions.
Say, Distractions.
Can’t we work together?
Why must we be opposites
when we’re giving each other
exactly what we want?
I wish I could despise you
because I enjoy your company.
I know you mean no harm.
Distractions.
Please, Distractions.
Come back another day.
Tomorrow we can play.
But today,
I must get my work done.
We will become friends, Distractions.
That I guarantee,
even if it ruins me
to greatness.