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The world outside?
It can be chaotic.
God Does What God Likes.
What we break, God May Fix
or Leave Shattered, just like that.
At least I’m safe,
also warm within.
The giant shower is on,
It turns out
a decade and more
are still not enough
to know you as a whole.
I can still see the beauty in your soul,
hear the gentleness in your voice.
I can even imagine your warm emb...
This is why Time Machine is only fiction
You can only look back
to search for what you’ve lacked:
Words you should’ve said…
Love you should’ve shared…
The lost moments…
No second chances…
I’ve decided to keep my old vow
that I shall never love
anyone like I’ve loved you.
No, please don’t say ‘wow’.
I don’t mean it as a compliment.
There’s still a lot about me, oblivious to you.
Once upon a time,
I told someone this critical line:
“If romance were a god,
I’d probably be agnostic.
I’d like to believe in it,
‘though it seems only happening to others,
while it feels like so...
“I love him. / I love her. / I love them.”
Yet this is not the first time,
you come to me with the same problem(s).
The endless fighting, the infidelity,
the abuse, oh-so-constantly.
I had the strangest, most vivid dream.
I heard your voice, faintly somewhere in the distance,
yet my phone was still off and charging.
Was it my imagination?
Was my mind playing tricks on me agai...
I think I’ve run out of sedatives
just to numb the pain within.
I know, they can be addictive,
but I can’t deal with my feelings.
These days, they can be overwhelming.
So, what do I do now?
Tell you what?
They’ll suggest that accept
that this has never been a perfect world.
One way or another,
we’re all bound to hurt,
so just deal with it.
Tell you what?
They’ll say it’s not alwa...
They all say the same cliché:
“It’s better to have loved than none at all.”
Our story had been short and not worth it,
yet I’ve been cursed with this ability;
this giant elephant memory.
The dawn isn’t close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.
Who has resurrected
this silly girl I once was?
I thought I’d...
Every day is basically the same.
We’ve become hamsters in our own spinning wheels.
It’s the familiar, boring game.
We’re going round and round on our heels.
The world’s become a scarier place.
What did that elephant ever do to you?
You’re no human,
such a horrible monster,
feeding her with a pineapple,
filled with active firecrackers.
Her fetus exploded within
and so she died,
I’ve been blinded by biased simplicity,
seeing things in black and white, so literally.
The shame’s still within me,
‘though I know I’m not the one and only.
Have your minds also been corrupted,
Hear nothing but your own heartbeat.
Feel nothing but the cold that creeps in.
See a mouth that’s clamped,
eyes that tell you nothing,
a mystery that lies within.
You think you can enter her worl...
You’ll never know
but he misses the old days
when you seemed to love him so,
in your arms, he’d felt safe and protected.
You only see
how he doesn’t meet your expectations.
He only remembers you’...
“Patience is a virtue.”
At least according to you.
“There’s no point in this fight.”
Nothing wrong with patience.
It’s your ignorance with certain privileges.
Not everyone owns the s...
I’ve learned a lot
just from your betrayal.
No wonder trust is expensive.
No point in calling me paranoid.
I’ve added more bricks to my wall,
learning to be more selective.
Maybe I’ve found comfo...
The crowd has never looked so treacherous.
Nobody’s being serious
when it comes to dealing with the virus.
They simply group,
like hopeful fans for some photoshoots,
ignorant that it’s no good.
I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too...
I’m just a number,
not a person,
at least according to them.
If I die as the only one,
then it doesn’t matter.
I’m just a dot in their statistics.
If it’s me and another,
it still doesn’t matter....
We can still see each other,
thanks to the webcam on our computers
or hear each other on our phones.
some things are irreplacable.
I miss having you close,
those long hugs like we miss eac...
Have I put myself on exile for too long,
that solitude no longer feels wrong?
a vacant space without a vibrant soul.
I’m afraid to forget
how it feels to open up,
letting anyone in,
He bares his straight, white teeth for a smile
as he greets me with his shy “Hello”,
while I politely nod as I go.
His dark complexion slightly glistens
under the Jakarta morning sun.
It’s true, I guess
Ignorance is bliss
Your life is perfect
How come they don’t get that?
Why is it always bad?
So you’ve found the love of your life
Your oh-so-perfect little wife
You think the w...