In the heat of this summer
that feels like a December,
My coffee tastes sweeter
through these salty briny tears.

I remember Malibu
in indigo
The sky sheltering me
was blushing
all over the atmosphere
tryna hide the rose-oiled clouds
but to no avail

I remember Kiwi Land
in its coarse sand
The ocean dissolving itself
trying to meet the land
and I almost swam away
when You were giving me
the upper-hand

I remember KLIA
in the scent of marmalade
Citrus-fresh and borderlines citing
in every pre-departure
I'm an intricate mess,
I was flying
to the points of no return

I remember Manila
in the taste of gelato vanilla
My heart tasted just as soft,
but now I indulge in its bitterness
but even long before seven,
You are the One
that brings joy to my happiness

I remember Jeju
in the form of spicy bulgogi
Savoured upon me,
the heaven in hell I could not resist
for I lost myself in translation
over a trend
I can't keep up with

and I remember Medan
in its harmonious melody
playing the tune
of my awakening,
where the path led me
to the missing notes in my every song,
to the missing lines in my every poetry;

Turns out
the becauses
to my whys
has been You all along,
and that is my
epiphany.

He is where my eyes fixated upon
like stellar of Sirius pending midnights
radiantly flickering but never to blind.

I'd never wish the worst of you.
I could never do,
or even think of that,
not after all the broken memories
that I thought to have shared
with you;

...but I'm tired of lying,
Lying to everyone,
Lying to you,
And lying to myself
You need to understand that
I can't lie to myself anymore

You swore not to tell a soul,
Yet you told them my secrets,
You acted innocent,
while playing the victim;
and when they didn't fall for your senile wiles,
you coat your rumors
with 'truths' of me
abandoning my moral and dignity

You said you're not like the rest,
Said that you're my friend,
even worse,
my real friend,
my only good friend,
...and I accepted you
as a best friend,
and put all my friendships
to an end...

It's excruciating
Realizing you want benefits,
not of my doubts,
but of my friends,
****** them like a robbery,
while I foolishly
whole-heartedly
genuinely
thought of the world for you;
....and so it was all me to blame,
it was me to shame...

but now,
I'm done with your tyranny
And like the song be,
I stole the key
and that was the last time
you ever saw me

I hope you find your place
But we could never go back
to where we used to before
And I still want to see you eat
though it ain't with me anymore

I had to leave you.
For you,
and for the good of me
And I need to go to where I should be,
Home of the allies
and not the tent of an enemy
I can't be the one to keep saying sorry
just to resolve the scenery
and you never apologize
but I forgave you already
even 'till this evening
You're you and I'm me

I can hear you whispering
that I'd regret this
as it is written
all over your expression
It is not my intention
to make you mad
but again,
why should I be sad
of losing a friend
that I never had?