what is it?
the hollow feeling in my chest,
why does it hurt?
it's not real,
who said?
them.
guilt is superior,
it's consumed you,
break and melt you,
tear and bite you,
why does it feels worse,
because it's not from you,
who in control,
but people,
who you break.
:')
YOU ARE READING
a woman's love letters
Poetryjujur, selama aku sakit hanya tulisan dan curhat menjadi teman sejati. bagi aku, manusia hanya mendengar tapi jauh sekali memahami. tulisan menjadi sesi romantis dengan diri sendiri. dengan tulisan, aku rasa bebas. biarlah semua pergi dengan luahan...
