Maybe not...
     He did bought me bouquet of roses,
     Or a box of expensive, assorted chocolates;
     I know I just need a piece of flower,
     He picked from the ground when we were together.

Maybe not...
     He did drove me on our way home,
     Every night when we thought every place was our throne;
     He was my king and I was his queen,
     In our world full of sweetness and beam.

Maybe not...
     He did so much effort for me,
     I knew it was and will always be him;
     Those sincere, dazzling eyes looking at me,
     With a promise that I will always daydream.

Maybe not...**
     We were always in aptness and peace,
     On days when we thought our liaison would split;
     Anger was spilling right out of our mouths,
     But still end up together among of all crowds.

When I die,
I do not want vacuous truths at my written eulogy.
I do not want people hear lies about me.

“She was beautiful.”
I am not. I was not.
Beautiful people knew how to dress.
They do not act like an awkward mess.

“She was strong and brave.”
I am not. I was not.
Strong and brave people do not cry themselves to sleep.
They do not consider themselves as a heap

“She was smart.”
I am not. I was not.
Smart people are not afraid of choices they make.
They are confident about the risks they take.

Before I die,*
I want you to know that I am dull, anxious and dumb.
I am broken and small like a piece of crumb.

Metaphorically,

You were white
I was black
We could be grey
But we didn't know
How to mix colors

it still
       hurts but
                   it doesn't
                               **** me
                                         anymore.

People will always leave.
It doesn't matter how they tell you
that you are the most important thing
that ever happened to them.
It doesn't matter how they treat you so special
for days, weeks, months, years, I don't know.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how they tell you 'I love you'
after they kiss you on your forehead.
It doesn't matter how they make you
feel warm when you were cold.
It doesn't matter how they remind you
how perfect you are after you wake up.
You will be left hanging
somewhere,sometime, somehow
by that someone.
It's just a matter of duration.
People leave no matter what.
It's a human nature.

It's funny because as poetic as I am
And how much time I spent thinking of him in the wee hours of the night
I could still only think of one word to describe him
And that word
Is
Heartless.