Ropes and Chains

❝ Should be ❞

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from the start, 
i knew all along that you'll
never ever be a
star on the poem i've written. 

the cosmos do not
resides within. i could 
not see the metaphors
in you. 

unlike my other 
scribblings — yours 
aren't jotted on my notepad
or papers. 

maybe you're little
different from another. 
and maybe i wonder why? 
but somehow I know.

yours is incripted
on every receipt of alcoholic
drink. carelessness that 
threw the content out of the drink. 

you're that blinding lights
on a dark room filled
with sweat, tears
and drunken laughters. 

that addictive piece
of nicotine though i 
never smoked
or lighted a cigarette. 

you're that fifth shot 
of glass i've taken
that i thought my world 
had been badly shaken. 

that loud music
blasting on speakers
and gears. i could no longer 
hear what my own self says. 

you're that truth
i answered during the 
spin of empty gin bottle. 
that dare i'm not shy to commit. 

you're that sudden 
dizziness when i 
instantly stands up without
any support to lean on. 

that kiss i badly want to 
happen. hang overs
that i try to set aside
until tomorrow morning. 

you're my mismatch 
of wasted and sober. with
you, i'm in my most honest
yet foolish self. 

you're that decision
i know i'll regret. 
i'm fully aware i'll get
hurt yet i'm still bottom it up. 

that's why, you're not the 
darkness, or sunrises. 
the sunsets, winters. 
like most of my subjects are. 

you're my pill on reality. 
a pretty good slap in the face. 
cause the moment i laid
my eyes on you. 

i already knew,
that you and i will 
never ever happen — 
that's how my poem about you should be. 

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I'm extra productive today cause my dearest and most favorite poet just added a new poem on his list of awesome works! After two years, he's totally back! ah my heart! ❤️