messysign - Hello Poetry

Come to me.. run to me.. whenever your world feels like it might fall apart. I don’t want to hold you only when everything is soft and gentle. I want to hold you even when the storm makes everything shake and crumble. Run to me, not only when the world is quiet, but when it breaks. I’ll hold you through both. Come to me, even when everything collapses. My hands won’t let go. I don’t want to hold you only in calm days. Come to me even when the storm tears the world apart. Because with you, my love is not just for the light… it’s for the chaos, the crash, the trembling moments you’re scared to face alone.

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messysign

Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC

shizukori

My Hands Will Still Reach You

Come to me.. run to me.. whenever your world feels like it might fall apart. I don’t want to hold you only when everything is soft and gentle. I want to hold you even when the storm makes everything shake and crumble. Run to me, not only when the world is quiet, but when it breaks. I’ll hold you through both. Come to me, even when everything collapses. My hands won’t let go. I don’t want to hold you only in calm days. Come to me even when the storm tears the world apart. Because with you, my love is not just for the light… it’s for the chaos, the crash, the trembling moments you’re scared to face alone.

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… said something… I don’t remember what. Maybe I didn’t even hear it. My heart was too loud. I must’ve looked stupid, just staring, lost, smiling like I understood. We both know, don’t we? The way our eyes meet and flee. The way silence lingers, heavy but kind. It’s not a secret anymore… it’s just something unnamed. Maybe one day you’ll read the pieces I write, and maybe you’ll find yourself in the words I write, and recognize yourself between the lines. I’m sorry if I come off a little awkward, nervous, or shy.

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messysign

Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC

shizukori

A Letter With No Address

… said something… I don’t remember what. Maybe I didn’t even hear it. My heart was too loud. I must’ve looked stupid, just staring, lost, smiling like I understood. We both know, don’t we? The way our eyes meet and flee. The way silence lingers, heavy but kind. It’s not a secret anymore… it’s just something unnamed. Maybe one day you’ll read the pieces I write, and maybe you’ll find yourself in the words I write, and recognize yourself between the lines. I’m sorry if I come off a little awkward, nervous, or shy.

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Layaknya komedi putar, seakan berjalan tapi tidak kemana-mana. Pusing? tidak juga, menyenangkan? sangat, sedih? bisa saja. Jatuh cinta diam-diam ternyata seru juga, melihat dia dari jauh saja sudah membuatku senyum-senyum tidak jelas. Kalau boleh jujur, aku tidak bisa menahan salah tingkah ku ini. Ingin rasanya aku berlari menghampirinya dan membawa ia pulang ke rumah.

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messysign

Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC

shizukori

Komedi Putar

Layaknya komedi putar, seakan berjalan tapi tidak kemana-mana. Pusing? tidak juga, menyenangkan? sangat, sedih? bisa saja. Jatuh cinta diam-diam ternyata seru juga, melihat dia dari jauh saja sudah membuatku senyum-senyum tidak jelas. Kalau boleh jujur, aku tidak bisa menahan salah tingkah ku ini. Ingin rasanya aku berlari menghampirinya dan membawa ia pulang ke rumah.

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I keep thinking about you, I wake up earlier than usual, I keep waiting for you, I look out the window and stare, I keep asking questions, I search for answers I don’t even know where to find. The silence feels louder these days, and every little thing reminds me of you. Maybe I’m just lost in the thought of what we could be, or the moments that never got the chance to exist. But still.. I keep hoping, that somehow, you’re thinking of me too.

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messysign

Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC

shizukori

The Quiet Between Us

I keep thinking about you, I wake up earlier than usual, I keep waiting for you, I look out the window and stare, I keep asking questions, I search for answers I don’t even know where to find. The silence feels louder these days, and every little thing reminds me of you. Maybe I’m just lost in the thought of what we could be, or the moments that never got the chance to exist. But still.. I keep hoping, that somehow, you’re thinking of me too.

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Jika ini bukan salahku, mengapa beban tetap bertumpu? Penglihatanku kabur menatap sendu, seakan masalah menempel di bahu. Aku tak memilih luka ini, tetapi mengapa aku yang berdarah? Jika semua ini bukan salahku, mengapa aku dihukum seakan aku dalangnya? Pandanganku buram penuh air, seakan dunia tenggelam dalam getir. Aku mencoba melawan arus, tetapi hanyut dalam luka tanpa akhir. Suara-suara menggema di kepalaku, menyebut namaku seolah aku tersangka. Mungkin dunia hanya ingin melihatku hancur, dan aku harus rela menjadi abu di antara kabut tanpa arah. Jika ini bukan salahku, kenapa hatiku terus dihukum?

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messysign

Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 12:55 PM UTC

shizukori

Jika bukan, mengapa?

Jika ini bukan salahku, mengapa beban tetap bertumpu? Penglihatanku kabur menatap sendu, seakan masalah menempel di bahu. Aku tak memilih luka ini, tetapi mengapa aku yang berdarah? Jika semua ini bukan salahku, mengapa aku dihukum seakan aku dalangnya? Pandanganku buram penuh air, seakan dunia tenggelam dalam getir. Aku mencoba melawan arus, tetapi hanyut dalam luka tanpa akhir. Suara-suara menggema di kepalaku, menyebut namaku seolah aku tersangka. Mungkin dunia hanya ingin melihatku hancur, dan aku harus rela menjadi abu di antara kabut tanpa arah. Jika ini bukan salahku, kenapa hatiku terus dihukum?

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