Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Write About Me

Am I worth your inks?
Am I worth your times?
Am I worth every pages every lines?

Write about me
Spill the page with my names
Throw your thoughts on me
Burst it out in the midnight flames

And when you write
Let it be true from your heart
Make it sincere
It could be bad or something dear

Write about me
Don't tell anyone or even me
Nobody needs to know about it
It's only you and the white sheet

Just write about me
In your sleepless night, maybe?

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Burning Photos

Enough is enough
Seriously
I'm sick
Why aren't you just leave?

It's either me or you
I don't know
I can't think of other ways
It's fucking torturing, dude.

If it's just as easy as burned down photos

Serius, beb.
Sakit.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

The Struggle

I should've stopped worrying
I should've stopped caring
I should've stopped remembering
I should've stopped looking
I should've stopped crying
I should've stopped trying

No I'm not trying. I'm never. It just came. I just being me. The weakest me. You weakens me, every single time. You're a kryptonite. I just can't. And it destroyed me.

You destroy me.

It's not your fault anyway.
I made a promise to myself about you then, and I loosed it.
God gives me strength, please.
We've talked about this right?
I had enough. Please.

Have mercy.
Please.


Thursday, June 22, 2017

Vise Versa

Aku dengan segala kemahuanmu
Sungguh vise versa
Aku dengan seluruh seleramu
Terlalu kontra
Hidup sejuta tahun pun aku masih lagi tak mampu memenuhi kemahuanmu juga selera kamu
Kerana aku tak sama.
Dan takkan pernah sama.
Juga takkan pernah cuba-cuba
Untuk jadi selari dengan mimpi-mimpimu

Aku itu cuma ini
Yang kau lihat ini
Inilah aku.
Ini sahaja
Cuma ini.
Yang aku mampu beri
Untuk kamu
Terima atau pergi.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Drowning

When you thought that you'd own everything but you're not.

Sucks to have this kind of feeling.

When you give all of you but it's never enough.

Need someone to talk but you don't know who to trust anymore.

Or at least, willing to listen.

You're alone in a crowded place. You thought that yo belong to them but you're wrong.

Who's going to listen? Who's willing to? There's mo one you can trust now.

Mend your heart by yourself. Keep all the tears inside. No one would want to see or care.

You need help. You think you need help. But there's no one.

The street's empty. So as your heart.

Stop calling. Because nobody's here.

Deal with it alone. By all means.

Deal it, yourself.

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