poetry no. 10
can't get you out of my head,
every night when i sat on my bed.
thoughts of you keeps crawling to me,
hoping someday i'll be free.
tears cascading from my eyes,
just the thought of you i could die.
but what am i to you anyways?
this should stop because it can no longer be faced.
seeing you is like a living torture,
like a hell hole i laid in despair.
what would now happen to my future?
please just let me disappear.
butterflies came out from its grave,
one by one i need to be saved.
poems for you that needs to be burnt,
for it's tempting me to make a u-turn.
in this tragic story i am starring,
love has come to an ending.
for i'm living in this cruel fantasy,
that tells me that we're “cannot be”.
—lali. ♡
