So, I guess, this is goodbye.

Even if we don’t tell, most of us have hard times thinking about how to forget our past. This is where we detach who’s keeping our feelings up until now. When we think we aren’t capable of moving forward again, this is the time where we feel that it’s an impossibility to restart. But love,…

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Hopefully, I could.

I wouldn’t look into your eyes again and tell everyone how much I craved for your sparkles that night. We almost had that incandescent feeling. But I’m glad we never ended. I’m glad I never let myself get trapped into your void again. It was too dark in there, too dark and suffocating. And maybe…

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Thank you for killing me.

I didn’t know a time will come where your name won’t remind me of the stars anymore. This is the time where I’d breathe peacefully, not minding the baggage you left. It was heavy, it was hard. But I didn’t know it’s a possibility I can hold someday. A possibility of new chances without my…

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Someone who’s never mine,

…someone who can’t be mine – yet darling, someone whom I never stopped loving. Maybe you are just a theory that somehow conspired decades ago, leaving me shattered feelings, still unusual to what I’ve felt. Maybe now you are just a misunderstood belief; to regret what was done, for the proofs that we almost had….

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Introduce me to Love

All the things before my eyes, Saw nothing but sparkles of delight. Through the window of my soul, You captured my delicate heart. For I still never know what love is, Like a dove who only knows how to fly. A baby mind that I possess, An empty cup about upbringing. You can teach me…

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All my life,

I have been wondering about the flaws hidden inside my void. That maybe something is actually wrong with me. That maybe it’s not every time I succeed with all the things I wish for. Maybe sometimes, there could be a time where I won’t excel like I’m always used to. I have been grasping for…

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I still need a poetry to break me.

I’m still here with my pen, writing everything that I could think of. Suddenly, it occurred to me why I am being like this — that sort of imaginative yet realistic dreamer. I wasn’t surprised when I found you in my thoughts. You are a good help. In fact, the only help I’d forever cling…

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And yours was never mine to carry.

Somewhere in the next life, there will be a place for us. I’d see myself intertwining my fingers to your hand in reality. I’m sure by that moment, we could finally happen. But I’m not going to bring these memories chained with me in our present times. I will leave this lifetime empty-handed because that’s…

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