A Mind of Mine

tue, 30 aug

And because of you I started writing poems again. Yeah, I'll never do it better than you, but out of curiosity, If I do someday, will you start to look at me?

I mean like, really look at me. Pay attention to me.

Shit. I should've just jump off the bridge from a long time ago. I knew this would happen.

So that I could die while truly hoping that I, am the only one who know the art of clumped lines mashed together, creating rhymes and plays between emotion. And you waltzed in innocently, without knowing your appearance on the stage makes my whole world crumbling down. Make my believe came to an end.

Even though I'm the god of my own words, my tounge silenced everytime you speak, sending your words like a thunder from the clouds above. I'm stuttering useless words everytime I try to fight it.

And those thunder, was never meant to be for me. You just sent a little spark to me here and there -or maybe nothing at all, maybe I'm just too full of myself.

You got your eyes on someone else.

And I got mine on the boy who only has words as a weapon.