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And then, just like that,
The weak heart goes cold.

Righteous

"Why love can be so cruel?" He then asked me.
"It is not love that so cruel," i said, "It's you who was stupid."

Blah blah blah

If love can change into hate that easily, if love can make people to actually pretend to not knowing each other and be a pair of strangers again, then i think
.
Its really better to not love at all from the first.
.
Or to not knowing love from the beginning?

She doesn't love you

If i could tell you a secret, here;
She has never love you. She doesn't love you before, nor she does now, not even in the future.
She will not. And never will.
So now its up to you, wether you still want to hold her or simply,
Let her go.
Let her be free.

What If

What if
I only stay
And search for any possible reasons
To fill the gap between us

What if
I only stay
Just because
I am afraid to be left out

What if
I only stay
To learn how to be pretentious
And create fake emotion

What if
I stay
And realize
That i actually don't love you

What if

Expired Bread

Do we always found love in where it isn't supposed to be?
Why can't we choose love as we wanted, like if its popped out from the cookie jar and we're kinda expected it so its not surprising, which is better because it wont hurt?
Why does it always popped out of out nowhere, or in the middle of nowhere,
In anonymous places, in spots we don't really know well?
Why can't we just erase it and it would magically disappear with no hassle, no tears to waste, no time to overthink, and no unecessary movements?

For me, love is like an expired bread. Its fulfilled with fungus and smells funny. Its always coming without announcement.
Also, expired bread is always unwanted. By almost anyone.
Sometimes though, sometimes, some certain people still okay with the expired bread and cut the fungus parts. The good part without fungus is still there. Still could be eaten.
But for some others, there are always new bread, fresh from the oven in the store. So they wouldn't mind tossing the expired bread straight to the trash bin.

It goes the same with a person.
Since when the person could be so important?
Can we toss them out or should we keep them?
Why do we always found love in someone we'd never thought before?
Why do we always found love in where it isn't supposed to be?

Bitterly Okay

I'm curious
If i could
Ask you one thing

I would ask
If my existence is a nuisance
Or
If i ever, even once, irritated you

Eventough i know
You might lying
About it

You would
Say no
Though i am not quite sure
If its your honesty
Or it is
A polite answer
To make me feel bitterly okay

Clockwise

I need some time
To think
About this

Or else
I can't
See you
Anymore