Escape

It hit me hard enough making me feel like a fool. I have came to realization that whatever you have done is nothing but a beautiful misery. This is the point where I need to cut you loose because you are a virus in my life and my system can't functioning well now. I need to get out and break free.

So Close Yet So Far

I am sitting next to you. Yet I feel so far from you. Say something. You beautiful creature. I love you.

She

You told me you've moved on. But you admit that you still think of her sometimes. It might be over, but the memories won't go. You told me I reminded you of her, but you know that's not true. No one compare to her. I will never be able to make you feel as happy as how she did or make you feel whole again. We were strangers with broken hearts who became very close in a short period of time. Now I am afraid of the idea that you might think I am as her. I don't wanna be anyone else but me. I don't wanna be compared with anyone. Sometimes I feel like you're talking with her when you're talking with me. 

And the worst part is, you made me feel whole again. No escape. I am stuck here between you and her.

No, I Can't Love

The sea said goodbye to the shore so the sun wouldn't notice. The seaweed that wrapped its arms around you. The carpet on my cheek feels like a forest. And I run through the tall trees with your hand chasing me.

The books that I keep by my bed are full of your stories. That I drew up from a little dream of mine, a little nightmare of yours.

Wild Flowers

"I love you."

I always be the invisible girl, as what everybody labels me. It's true. I like to be alone by myself. Open up to many fake people is like wasting time and energy which I can't afford. And there you are.

It's funny that I never pay attention about who I met last year, due to unfortunate series of event. Sometimes I just wish that I knew you earlier. Within a short period of time, you let me enter your little beautiful crazy world, and I don't wanna go every where else ever since.

You told me that when you get too close to someone, their habit somehow will be yours too soon. It happens to me now. It's somewhat true. I saw you're writing once and the next thing I know, it's been my favorite thing to do. I have always been in love with poetry, but I've never had the right person to write it for, until you. I write about you a lot.

I've never planned to have this kind of feeling, and I don't want you to feel the same too. At one point of time, that feeling will just fade and people change. We cannot afford to be fixed, fact is we are still broken. The past may have left us behind but we still have the scars it caused. And I know your heart had stopped beating for someone long time ago and you don't want to open up new wound. Your heart just can't. I completely understand how it feels and my heart can't too. But ever since you let me listen to your heart beating for the first time, I've started to fall in love with its rhyme. Not everyone get that privilege.

You told me about things and stories you don't share with anyone else. And at the end of it you will always ask why you are telling me all of that and then with one look, you smile. How I love stories with details, sequence, rythm, long and alive. It's like part of me is there experiencing your stories. You don't know how much I truly enjoy it. Not only that, I love it when everytime I ask you to sing, you will pick your guitar and start singing. Something about you fascinate me. And I know you've stolen something from inside of me.

Label is not for us. We do everything that makes us happy. You with your own life, me with my own life. I will never ever stop you from doing something that make u feel alive and I will never want to change you. I love the idea of freedom. And i don't care whatever you did in your past, I will always like you for everything that you've done wrong. I've seen the beautiful side of yours. They're just so beautiful that I can't even describe it with words.

You let me go inside your circle, meet your friends, talk about weird stuffs with them, laugh, laugh and laugh and I still don't understand what it is. We're friends with feelings of everything and nothing at the same time. You asked me once if I can trust you because you yourself cannot trust you. I trust you. But still there's the hardest part of believing something in someone, like when you said that you love me last night, I don't know if it's for real. And I replied...

"I hate you."

Then we both laughed and said good night. It was the awkward moment ever. Which part of insane is that to reply "I hate you" when someone tell you "I love you".

P/S: I know you were joking. I love you too munchkin! And yes, this is a joke :)

Euphoria

I cannot fix you. Me myself is broken. And I know exactly the feeling of how you cannot be fixed. No matter how hard people are trying to help you, sometimes you just don't wanna be helped. Maybe that's the reason I like you. You're never trying to help me. Maybe the reason I like you is because you're just as miserable as I am and we completely understand each other. We built our walls so high because we don't want people to enter our little messed up worlds. I don't care about your wall, I dont care about my wall, but whenever we sit together, we break that walls. I don't know what is it called. I don't know what we are doing, where we are going. Whatever it is, I don't care. When you find someone who can make you laugh, smile, grow, lust, want, crave, feel, make you mad but happy, keep that. That's Euphoria. You're my Euphoria.

Split of Heart

You. I don't understand what is it in your mind. Behind that smile, I can see the hatred that you keep. I don't like a hypocrite. You're hiding under the shadow of purity, make people believe that you are who you want people to believe. Where's your heart?