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Alya Adzkia Nov 2
those raindrops
washed away memories
on the road
that's why
petrichor
smells good
because
the fact that
you're gone
seems good
Alya Adzkia Oct 28
you are changing
i am changing
we are changing
and it's none of our fault,
is it?

we could've just run away
but neither one of us
want to give up

either of us
still hold on
to something
i could never
understand
i still believe in us.
Alya Adzkia Oct 4
there is
no escape
and
what we had
wasn't real,
was it?
you broke me
Alya Adzkia Aug 12
sharp edges
and pointed parts
might shatter me

a single sentence
could hurt me for days
a single name
could tear me for a couple nights


— words are knives
i’m a glass
threat me to the edge
and i’ll crash
Alya Adzkia Aug 11
I go out every night hoping the moonlight guide me to you
but it’s too dark outside
for a dark soul
whose light was stolen

I tried to walk alone
but it’s too heavy
for an empty soul
whose blood was rinsed

no darling
you didn’t break me
you ****** the oxygen out of me
until like I didn’t even exist
Alya Adzkia Jun 19
Matahari bersembunyi dibalik langit kelabu dan tergantikan oleh awan mendung. Angin berhembus horizontal, mencium kulitku, dan meninggalkannya gemetar. Atmosfir yang hangat dan dekorasi cakrawala biru seketika berubah menjadi udara dingin yang mencekam. Melodi rintik air hujan dan kilatan petir mengambil alih langit kelabu kala itu.

Aroma tanah yang terhantam rintik air hujan sedaritadi terus mengingatkanku terhadap apa yang telah aku lalui bersama hujan. Terdapat lagu dalam melodi rintik air hujan, akan terasa jika kamu sedang merindukan sesuatu.

Kemeja milikmu masih aku kenakan. Bertanding dengan dinginnya atmosfir kala itu. Kamu menang. Aku hangat.

Aku bisikkan beribu-ribu harapan dan rahasia kepada cakrawala mendung nan kelabu.

Sampaikan pada hujan, aku berterimakasih.
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Alya Adzkia Mar 27
“babe you’re so fragile”

I know am

sharp edges
and pointed parts
might shatter me

and I’ll still crash myself more
to avoid me from dragging you too

but you’ll have me
wrapped around your warm arms
whispering me that
everything’s gonna be alright


— time can’t heal,
your existence recovers.
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