You Won’t Remember Anything When You Wake Up Tomorrow, So I Say All My Goodbyes Tonight

One sip, you cringed
One glass, you’re whirled
Another one, you’re fuddled
A couple more, you’re numb

Here’s the fun part

Flashes of moments start
Your gaze locked into mine
And I was sink in the eye of yours which already blind

Love is all over the air but I can’t seem to breathe any
The stars we count had already left the galaxy
It’s at the point that I realized the cause of our eternal frustration
was never be gone
Unless I am the one who cut the contortion

I took a step before the dawn
Yet you can only whisper “don’t, just don’t.”

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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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