sometimes i wonder how’s your days going without my warmth and love i once offered, knowing that i don’t love you anymore and i found beauty in it.
not that i stopped, or never did, but more of a ‘i choose happiness over our history’.
and i am the man of my free will.
this piece of poem inspired by the song of my favorite singer, gracie abrams, titled “i miss you i’m sorry”.
I have watched you grow to be this person I always know you would eventually bloom.
Look at those seas eager to reach you, only to taste what comes after your storms.
Every kingdom wants you to be the only heir to inherit every grace every spring every madness and the cosmic lives within you births power to your very being. To forgive is to not forget.
They’ve seen your anger as my wrath. A delicate abruptness. Breaking their masks, trembling to face what a divine being I’ve blessed you as. They wear their karmas as their shirts, to show what price it is hurting the one I’ve nurtured with great love and kindness. So they’ll learn how expensive my forgiveness is. Chances after chances, your compassionate nature is the thing they crave but once had. They would cheat for it, to me and themselves.
They’ll learn you in many souls that aren’t you, by then they realized they’ve been chasing rocks and soil without knowing how to grow a tree.
You contain multitudes,
You contain my love.
this year... has been odd.
we’ve met some people we loved but crashed. the right people found us but crashed. this year is like fast cars chasing real roads. it’s superficial and fragile yet.... annoyingly honest.
of wrong people right destination. of right people wrong destination.
of two hearts that are struggling to beat the same. or a new heart stated his love in the name of God but is scared of the air he’s breathing.
i don’t know what His intention is for bringing human-kind a legendary debt within a year.
but i think it’s because my faith was once weak. or so i thought it was strong. He asked for a more faithful heart. that the only right time is to make time, and the only answer is to believe in vulnerability.
so many questions need to be answered. and so many prayers are being postponed.
but if it’s a matter of faith, then i’m here with Jeremiel as my lover. i’m not taking any less until he strong enough to let me be on my own first, and let the rest handle after spending the best.
a lot of healing needed to be done.
this year, is about growth in the uncomfortable intersections.
but those who see,
find their way.
so much i learned about love from people who don't know how to love. has learned from lost souls, unhealed fears, saints to sinners. love is not a holy father but a confusing religion yet to unravel.
the way i finally learned to see is to be completely blind. that holding too much saturation in front of your eyes caused you color-blind.
that i can't fix someone who is too comfortable at the state of being broken.
falling in love with a poet like me meaning i'm gonna remember your tiniest speckles. your blurriest memories. your brightest hues. packed them into a fine story that i can re-read and then write again.
from great california to meaningless banka. or a ***** like jakarta. with you, i prayed to the right God but with a wrong religion. so instead, He changed the current. that my faith is re-new and flesh-fresh. that, He keeps making it hurt until i numb enough to know that it was not meant to be. so i let go. of any claims but my worth.
you taught me that even it was love that you had offered, love is not enough reason. to hell about your "oh, the grass is greener on the other side" because it'll decay. the next morning, the silence already too loud. the oceans already too vast.
but i'll show you what is that to have a heart.
as messy as it is, as grande as what it capable of.
here i am, far from your grasp. a story you no longer can hear because deaf makes it way to your ear. blame it on our parents. the difference is, i'm no longer listening to them anymore. they too made of distorted glass and wrongdoings. the difference is, no matter what was the time and place, i chose you from any other things. but now, i ******* choose me.
the rest, it'll fall in the most sensible and right way.
for love is not perfect but this home deserves spotless love.
a purified love, the same amount of fight.
a light guiding every lost bird in the uneasy night.
i've waited a hundred years
but i'd wait a million more for you
nothing prepared me for
what the privilege of being yours would do
if i had only felt the warmth within your touch
if i had only seen how you smile when you blush
or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
well i would have known
what i was living for all along
what i've been living for
your love is my turning page
where only the sweetest words remain
every kiss is a cursive line
every touch is a redefining phrase
i surrender who i've been for who you are
for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
if i had only felt how it feels to be yours
well i would have known
what i've been living for all along
what i've been living for
though we're tethered to the story we must tell
when i saw you, well i knew we'd tell it well
with a whisper we will tame the vicious seas
like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
this is the lyrics of turning page by sleeping at last. through years, it has been the security i'm looking forward. may that security comes by light and easy breaths.
i have my purpose
i have it settled long before my God taught me how
long before our mothers gave us name
so we can collapse.
to be constant wave and intact rage.
shame and pride work no vision to us human,
but handled great isolation of dead bodies.
some say i traveled in April and far enough past to reach this foreign person just to prove she's real.
and taught him my soul is made from rose petals and its thorn.
one is too soft, one is too rough,
but wasn't enough and will never be explained.
proper enough to defray my price but it's not the currency i'm questioning.
because its worth of thin air and empty glass.
because dear, honesty would say you can't afford the glory and gold i have been painstaking to build.
but still, i'm waiting for a worthy treasure to keep in the chamber i hid by cheating the devil.
i hope you’ll find me in tranquility where our horizons collapse. the shade of beauty in our tragic that has been molded these written paths in the palm of our hands. the one we struggled to divorce and the one we will be in a marrying type. the kind of serenity made us two but whole, a wave gently delivered to its shore.