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mere Aug 2019
i didn't see it coming.
that the flowers have
already withered,
that love has already
turned to hatred.

i didn't see it coming.
that the sun has already
stopped shining brightly,
that the rain has began to
pour so heavily.

i didn't see it coming.
that my world has already
stopped revolving around me,
that stars have already
stopped shining for me.

i'm sorry if i didn't
see it coming.

flowers have already withered
and i no longer see love in its petals.
love has already turned to hatred
and we both only see it being fatal.

sun has already stopped shining for us
and nights have become our crying time.
rain has began to pour into us
and it's when i can no longer call you 'mine'.

world has already stopped revolving
and i can only see you leaving.
stars have already stopped shining
because our smiles started fading.
mere Aug 2019
from the love inside the pages,
you caught my attention.
you are the chapter
i've always wanted to read.
didn't know you are torn
and burned through ages.
didn't know you want other,
you and not me, a big plot twist indeed.
mere Jul 2019
i once asked for help,
but what did you tell?

i once asked for the light,
but you got blurred from my sight.

i once asked for an ear,
but no one was here.

when the world
got filled with darkness,
how do you escape
from the sadness?
mere May 2019
the acer fell,
unblunted that it can bleed.
yearning for you,
yet no fondness was felt.

just like the stars
that i can't reach,
just like a scar
that i mustn't touch,
and just like you
that isn't my match.

i must let go the acer,
for we are both bleeding already.
mere Apr 2019
and the radio's on,
playing the music we used to listen before.
with this melody all along,
how could you let me be this torn?
mere Apr 2019
i knew it from that day
that you won't last real long,
that you're going to leave me anyway,
for another time around, i wasn't wrong.

we used to love different views
from different window panels,
but here i am today, farewell
to the view of your back in different hues.

the view of your back,
leaving me ; heading to south.

if there was only way to track
all things from the start without a doubt,
i will take the risk.
even though i know your heart,
and i know you are too sick of this,
but please don't leave me like this as a wrecked piece of art.

i am such a fool
for making a poem for you,
but i guess, i just made a mess,
i'm sorry if i forgot that you have already left.
mere Mar 2019
i was wrecked.
but in the end,
you gave me wings
to fly again with you
in these cruel things.

but who would've thought,
that the person who lifted me up
with the wings he brought,
will also be the one who will
cut them off?
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