POETRY THAT STAYS

I finally unloved you.

If one day you'll comeback and ask me if I still love you,

I want you to know that it took me a lot of courage to burn your letters and poetry just to help myself forget the way you used to love me.

The day after you left, I get sober and drunk. I remember how you hate when alcohol hits my body 'cause you know that I will annoy you with my drunk text of 'I love you' and 'I miss you' —So that night I didn't.

Those sleepless night was hard. I reframe myself not to miss you.

I was in wrecked when you came and wrecked even more when you left.

—and if one day you want to comeback and ask me if I still love you,

I want you to know that it took me a lot of effort to rebuild myself again.

Took me a lot of time to unlearn your kiss and touch.

Took me a lot of self-love to choose the sanctuary of myself.

And took me a lot of courage to forgive someone who never even said sorry in the first place.

Baby, if you comeback,

I hope you will understand how hard it takes for me to move on from you.

But I did.

I finally unloved you.