I just figured something out,
That i have a superpower that no one has
Is to summon anyone from anywhere in the world

Not by warping space-time continuum and portal,
Nor disintegrating and reintegrate their matters and teleport.

Not even by persuading talks to make them come
But by perturbing thoughts that i simply can't be alone.
Polluting my mind with the idea of their presence,
Corroding my sanity at will to reject their absence.

It might sounds like an illusion
But those imagery have diluted to reality.
I refuse to believe that it is a delusion
My brain simply suffused with such ability.

It's suffocating to think
That saying "hello" will end up in a farewell.

I love the imagery
Of you sitting next to me
Close to me
Being with me

For now, I love that imagery
Unfortunately
That's all imaginary

They say, "When you love something, set it free."
Are they tho?
When you love something, you don't stop loving it.
Even if the whole world talk you out of it.
Even then, especially then.

Because if you could set it free that easily
Then, it's not love.
It's just a random disposable stuff that can be thrown in instance.
It's a piece of crap that once you mistaken as a jewel.
It's a bad movies with a great CGI.
It looks good once, but not memorable.

Because love should be memorable.
Don't ever forget that!
Even if the whole world tell you to forget it.
Even then, especially then.

They've been blessed
Whom with innocence
For tho they're damaged
Bless them with ignorance

Each piece of one's mind
Slightly scattered none atoned
Enhanced with weak spine
Sanity postponed

Half they split
With each others contradict
Talks in silence
The other merely presence

They speaks out loud
With their beaks but no spout
Tho they were alone
They will never be gone

Am i going mental?
Why do i keep talking to a brick wall?
Am i going superstitious?
Why do i try to communicate with a ghost?
Am i losing my mind?
Why do i chase pavement?
Am i losing my sense?
Why do i seek non-existence?

Am i?
Am i?
Am i?
Am i writing a poem?
Or am i talking to myself?
Or am i?
Or,
Please stop this noise
Please stop before it's too late
Or,
Is it already too late?

You are too late!
You spineless indecisive ****!
You already talking to yourself!
I'm not a noise!
I can't be stopped!

Am I immortal or what?
I was once got hit by a motorcycle, witnessed by my friends.
Slammed almost 6 feet vertically in the air, about 15 feet horizontally.
All my friends were too stunned to speak.

I got up right away, helped the one who crashed into me.
Only a few scars that got healed too quickly.

Am I immortal or what?
I was once took too many pills, accompanied by my friends.
Chugged too many alcohol, inhaled too much tars in my lung.
All my friends were too surprised that i'm still alive.

I got sober right away, provided them to cure their hangovers.
Only a few discomfort that gone away too quickly.

All those physical pain, i can endure.
All those real wound, i can heal.

Yet, some imaginary scars might almost killed me.
Repeatedly like some kind of a hobby.
All those attempts i made to **** me
Were only ends up in the lobby.

So, am I immortal or what?
If it's physical pain, i can live with that.
I can still be alive.
If it's emotional pain, please, just make me unalive.

I probably
Dead inside already

So, am I immortal or what?
If i'm cursed with such powers,
Don't make me walk down this road by myself.
Don't make me make some new wounds just to feel things.
Don't make me push anyone away just so they don't get hurt.

Don't make me their punishment they'd think they deserve
Don't make me their burden they never deserve.