2nd Day Without You

The humidity is so heavy today
even strong sun lights couldn't hide
the powerful and depressing
particles of heavy water vapor in the air.

Lots of people passed me by
some were smiling others not so
I heard kids laughing, amused in their own little world
while my world is currently so black and empty.

Flowers bright me up most of the time
when I keep battling with the loneliness inside me
but not today when you are not around
to give me the warmest hug and kiss after a long day work.

Today is not worse than yesterday
because from the very moment you left
it was already dark and sad enough
and nothing can get worse and lonelier than the moment we kissed goodbye.

Today On A Saturday

And so that was the last time I cuddled and kissed you willingly. It's not like I'm emotionally immune to you right now. I still have feelings for you. Is just things have changed I guess. It's like having ice-cream but not my favourite flavour. I need time to switch off. I need time to move on. I need time to find the right flavour again. It feels like shit when you get rejected. You think to yourself if you are really that bad that even he rejects you. I tried, but didn't work. I'm tremendously upset now, but nobody knows how upset I am exactly. Not even him. Because we are different. Because he doesn't live in the same pace as mine. Because we don't share the same feelings anymore. Maybe I'm being too pessimistic. Too dramatic. Too exaggerated. After all, we only had an argument. People argue and they make up for what's broken. But, if something is broken, how can you glue the pieces back together without showing any scars? You don't. You either turn a blind eye. Or you face it. Or you break it again testing how far the same shit can be broken once again. I'm lonely. I'm surrounded by people everyday. By you. You who were supposed to be my closest. My dearest. My love. But I don't know since when I started to float away from you. Or you decided to move faster without me. I don't know. If only there was someone who could feed my hunger for love. For security. For patience. For everything I don't have right now, not even with you.

Lost And Will Never Be Found

I have this urge to message you, to tell you how much I missed you. But I no longer have your number.

Your Stupid Face Stuck In My Mind

There are days when I can't stop thinking about you. I know I shouldn't but my laziness to control my emotions and brain waves is weaker than my eagerness to think of you once again. We both moved on. But still I can't help it not to think what if... and the possible chances and things we could be having and doing if I've decided to take your hand. I can't really blame myself because there's nothing to be blamed of. I wanted reassurance. You couldn't promise such thing because you only wanted to breathe in the then-present. I wasn't secured in your arms because I knew you would fly away sooner or later. You thought I was ridiculous for demanding the future which was unknown to everyone. There are times when I wonder if you ever liked me that much as you said. If you ever think of me now. If you ever miss me. I know I shouldn't, but there are nights when I think of your thick lips and wonder how they taste now, almost 1 year and so after our last kiss. If I ever see you again, and if you notice me and remember my face, I'd run to you and kiss your lips. No I wouldn't. I'd probably just give you a smile and then get so distracted afterwards wondering what if...

Two Worlds

I'm stressed
paranoid
anxious
and tired
but you wouldn't know
'cause you're in your own world
a world that doesn't include me
when you claim there's only you and me
but deep down
we both know
we've grew apart
so far away we don't even kiss
make love
laugh together
you blame me for my insanity
madness
and moodiness
and I shout at you
for not being understanding
considering
a man I can count on
I want my life back
I want my smile back
I want my freedom back.

Run To You

I wanna run to you
and tell you how much
I've missed you
But if I come to you
I don't think
You'll take me in your arms
Because you've already forgotten me
You've already moved on
While I'm still here
Dreaming that one day
I'll run to you
And stay in your arms.

Number 2

She was at the same bar, drinking the usual glass of wine, waiting for the same person every night.

He was working there, serving numerous drinks, chit chatting with his customers, longing for the one who can truly talk and listen to him.

The bar was called Number 2. The boss named it, hoping that lonely souls could have a nice time there, and leaving the place holding hands with someone who make them feel special.

A lot of the customers did indeed meet their other halves there. Some lasted, some not so lucky.

It was Christmas Eve, and the place was crowded with people cheering, laughing, enjoying the night.

But the woman wasn't there. The bar tender was wondering after all she was bored and had other better things to do on that special night.

When the bar was about to close, the woman was there. He was surprised to see her and asked if he could help her with anything.

She said: come home with me, that's the place we belong together.

He couldn't believe in his eyes. He ran to her and asked: honey, you finally remember me!!!! Yes yes, we go home now, we go back to our home now my sweetie...

They met many years ago in that bar, but her memory was slowly deteriorating until she couldn't recognize most of the people she knew. She only remembered the bar, the glass of wine, the same table and chair where she met the man of her life. He had been tremendously patient with her throughout the years hoping that one day, for a split second she remembered him, holding his hand to walk back home, together. And finally that day had arrived.