Somehow I know him, don’t know how I do,

He does every single thing I wanted to,

I distinctly remember we've met, déjà vu,

He smiles at my ecstasy, cries at ado,

Familiar stranger, a rival, a friend,

Deciphers the mysteries I can't comprehend,

I know all his secrets, still tries to hide,

His face cannot conceal what he is holding inside,

Quantum entanglement is how I define,

The bonding we're sharing and feeling divine,

Crossing the lines and connecting the dots,

Legion of ideas, plethora of thoughts,

He should be convicted for sins I have done,

My soul is screeching, it just wants to run,

He reminds me of moments I want to forget,

Now I'm feeling broken and his eyes are wet,

A confusing connection, covenant for life,

He'll always be there like a scar from a knife,

Pondering on this question always makes me grim,

"Why am I feeling guilty pointing a finger at him?"