there was
a long pause
when i told you
i missed you
i could really feel
the universe
frozen
in the moment
i said,i liked you.
you hugged me
He hugged me
wonderfully
like how the shores
hold on with the water
even if it
left and come back
into another shore
"how old are you, Sunny, 15?"
crazy.stupid.idiot.
when did age mattered?
when he said,
"you are exactly what i dream of"
the kind of sister
he dream of.
I actually cursed
thereof
that years exist
that time exists
but why?
because he'll never
like a girl
who is terribly
conscious
with her own time.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO UNDERSTAND ME.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO UNDERSTAND MY POEM.
When do
beautiful minds
go filthy?
when THEY
think of suicide.
pills,
are for medicine needs
and for heartbreaks too
razors,
are for shaving,
from the hair
all the way to the
broken soul
ropes,
are for tightening up
when everyone
else got loosed
then my mind
continuous
to go black
like smoke arising
from the abyss
of my spirit
i actually shouted
on my mind
but nobody can
hear me
because nobody
felt my need
it was concealed
on that stupid
perfect
smiles.
YOU ARE READING
The Poet and His Lover
PoetryPoem about the loneliest person in the entire planet. (credits to the owner of my photo-cover. It is not entirely mine)
