"can we start over? can you love me like you used to?"
he looked at me and sighed, "I have never loved you."
the fact that i have come to that point where
i just realized you never loved me;
made me want to curse so bad, am i the only one?
all the memories, weren't really memories (at least for you).
because you weren't you when you're with me.
so when we're apart, you did not remember a thing about me.
that part of you that knows me,
died along with the memories of us.
thats the end. thats the death of us.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
sebuah sampah rasa;
Poetrykadang manusia tak sanggup menahan seluruh rasanya sendirian, kadang harus ia muntahkan sebelum akhirnya meracuni, dan kadang, tak semuanya indah; hanya rangkaian kata dikala gundah.
