Mr. Poetry

Leave

Cold I was, you reached to my aid,
when no one dare to lend a hand.
Tucked me in your pants back pocket,
I held your hand.
So comfy.

It was drizzling, and thank God,
you were drenched with rain,
Resilient and reliable you were
I never seemed to mind how
the mad clouds ruined your hair.

I was taught feelings were weak.
Shedding a tear was the last thing you'll see.

I promised it will be
but you said it won't be
possible with the audience
and their little talk of me.

My ex turn me down the
second you ran
over me in fast beats.
A perfect timing, to see
how vulnerable I was in.

I should had pushed you back
and never let you rubbed
my stained cheeks

For I was alone,
alone again in this made-up
fairytale I have in me,
supposed to let you know,
I don't want you here.

But how could I,
When you were
one of those
people who were too
stubborn to leave?

And I did know.

It was a small offer
to decline how easily
my heart beats for
people who stayed real
until the death with me.