It's intelligence that's 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨,
Emotion 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨?
Is logic 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?
But no, you;
You're all three.
𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺; 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺,
That's why everything
Seems so confusing,
Right?

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish them?

Oh i love this ability
To know everything would end before it even starts.
To see through time and find no one in there
To see the ending before it even called a beginning

Everything would end exactly as expected
Like a Murphy's law, everything that can happen will happen.
Every single point of my story; the beginning, the middle, and the end, i knew exactly what the plots are.
Following some same circular pattern over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Then, over.

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish them?

Oh i no longer care about happy endings
I think it's just a cheap trick that every romantic comedy use.
Oh i wish i still care if it ends.
But i know, it ends because it has to.

Then why bother starts?
What's with all the hassle to create an opening line?
Oh i wish i still care for the answer
I don't know, maybe the fact that it starts just because it has to.
The fact that those stories will still go on whether the actor likes it or not.
Those stories will repeat themselves
Like a circle that has no beginning or an end.
Oscillates in one dimensional complex plane.
Real-complex-imaginary-complex-real
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Then, over.

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish them?

Although, what's the point of cherishing it?
They'll just gonna vanish anyway
Like a dementia, our memory corrodes
And there's nothing we can do about it, aren't there?

That's okay, does it really matter?
Whether everything is a one-way or reciprocates?
I might say i love you at exactly any moment in time,
But it won't matter anyway,
Everything that begins shall ends.
The best case scenario is, it ended up in a broken heart.
Not a numbness that i can't really escape, can i?
Like a tidy person, i always put my heart back in the exact same place before anyone took it.
In a neverending darkness where there's no light whatsoever.
Not even a buzzing exit signs that show me how to leave.
I don't know what to feel.
It just happened over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Then, over.

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish it?

Does it have all it takes to stay?
Does it meet all the requirements to be remembered?
Does it have it all to be memorized?
Does it want to be cherished?

Is it really a memory if we can't cherish it?

If we let things go as soon as it over
If we just hold it for a while for the sake of a smile?
If we end it as soon as it began
If we just look at each other and take a small mental picture for the day that soon ends?
If we
If we
If we
Starts over, does it really matter?
If you
If you
If you
Stay, does it still means it's over?
If i
If i
If i
Stuck in this loop, over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Then, over.

Is it really?
A memory?
If we can't?
Cherish it?
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
And then,
Over.

Oh no no no,
Don't get me wrong
I don't love you,
and never will.

If that's what it takes to be with you
Then, I will never love you
in every way that you would probably love.
in every way possible.

Oh no no no,
I can look you dead in the eye and say that
I don't love you
and never will.

If that's what it takes to look you in the eye
Then, I will never love you
in days and nights
in loneliness or in presence

Oh no no no,
There are no single statement that's true
That I don't love you,
and never will.

If that's what it takes to love you,
If loving you means stop loving you,
If loving you means not loving you they way it supposed to
Then, i don't love you
and never will

Somewhere far away
meadows,
a small spring,
the sound of a lyre,
smiling people.

In cornfields,
peasants working.

I searched for a medicinal herb.

I still love you.
You loved my body,
The dark side of my heart.
I lost you,
My tear-streaked glasses.
I still love you.

You know what you really want, when you seek for love. Attention, affection, affirmation, etc. You know you'll get it, if you choose to love me. It might sounds like my ego or my narcissistic side. But it might be true.

It might seems like a tinder profile. But here is a list of things you'll get from dating me:

1. When you choose to love me, you'll get a complete package of a drama movie. You'll get joy, sweet words, happiness, and of course, love. But you'll also get tears, anger, disappointment, and it could end up in a broken heart. So you have to be ready.

2. When you choose to love me, you have to be prepared to listen all of my what ifs and dreams. You have to be prepared for living on a prayer because i'm so ******* good at being patient and grateful.

3. When you choose to love me, you'll learn an interesting things about me. But you have to know that i'm the only one who think it's interesting. Others just think it's madness and messed up.

4. When you choose to love me, you have to learn to handle me at my worst. You have to be mature enough to admit that you're sorry. Because i definitely won't be afraid to do so.

5. When you choose to love me, you have to take down my ego. Then, you can easily conquer me.

6. When you choose to love me, you have to be a home.

When you choose to love me, you'll get everything you ever dream of. But baby, let me tell you something. I'm a comfort zone that you really have to be brave to step out of it. I'm a short escape from reality that you always seek. I'm a sweetest dream you'll ever get but **** they were always right about waking up.

I scream so silently
That the voice is loud
Enough that others might hear,
In this state like a snake
My tongue is forked
So that when I speak
I am having multiple conversations
Slithering across many fields.
Like the ocean tortoise laying eggs
Ever near the shore,
My children join me in the waters
Only after they have fully formed.
You say,
Nature is yet cruel
And shall lay claim
To many of your young.
And yet,
Is it not nature who spawned them?