Kadang Aku, Untuk Itu

Kadang aku menemukanmu
Di balik abu-abu senja
Yang orang bilang berwarna jingga muda

Kadang aku merasakanmu
Dalam pait kopi hitam
Yang aku tambahkan gula penghapus kelam

Kadang aku melihatmu
Berdiri di antara udara jernih
Yang setelah itu menoreh perih

Untuk itu aku menolak untuk menyaksikan langit pukul setengah 6 sore, seringkali
Dan memilih untuk memesan segelas coklat dingin demi mengusir aroma kopi
Dan pada akhirnya terpaksa ku sapukan kabut gelap pada bayangmu yang enggan pergi

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Love I Knew

The love I knew was a broken feeling. Ruined fraction of a human being. Shattered into words of self-deprecating and midnight thinking. The love I met was in a dream. The worst kind of wishful dreaming. With eyes closed and a full running mind, consisted of people whose existence is around but have been far way long gone. I met love only when I let myself to be taken over into the unconscious world. Romanticized by a dead logic and a handful of feelings that is kinda sick. The love I knew was pain. One-sided, unrequited, red blooded. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream with a tied tongue; the kind of pain when a wingless bird learn to fly. The love I knew was never wants more. Expecting miracle but swallowing every reality only to be awaken to the utter veracity, that love is not always pretty. It’s a monster ready to devour my entire endeavor. The love I knew was being on the other line waiting for him to pick up. Consumed wit...

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Today I Took It Off For Good

You gave me a ring of promises and I remember you wearing your bright yellow t-shirt I laughed, I joked about it, you laughed But when I wake up I breathe into nothing other than the feeling of your ring on my finger and the reality that you are already long gone

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I’m Still The One Who Cry

Out of the misery you paint hard across my wrist The longing of mild distraction blinded the eyes of every butterflies They flew away abruptly tearing up the memory Between long hours of wrapping back my skin and bones Your cold hard fingers felt insignificant Never been enough to pull out goodbyes and left it blunt There you are standing in the crossroad where I left you to die; being effortlessly calm While holding a bottle of my falling tears in the cup of your palm

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