I'm drunk, but it's only because I love you.

Why are you even with him?
You deserve so much better than him.
Just like the flower who deserves better than the bee.

The bee just works hard,
but he doesn't have any real feeling for the flower.
The beautiful graceful flower.

I should have said something to the flower.
Because I had feelings for the flower since I first saw her
2 years ago.

Haha. I was hitting on you the first time
I said hi to you.

You are so smart
and
beautiful at the same time
since I first saw you.

You had flaws,
no doubt,
but it made you beautiful.
I don't think I've met a girl like that
before.

Yes, I'm angry.
Why aren't you talking?
Is it because of him?
A sloppy second?

You deserve so much better.
Just saying.
You are my literally star.

Please do come here.

Same Old Story, Just New Girls

I should have learned by now,
be better,
to never feel this way ever again.
Heartbroken.

I like change.
Moving to a new place.
Living at one place,
for a long time,
is to be better
to not live at all.
We are all sharks.

Without a doubt,
There will always be regrets.
But one regret, that I keep repeating.
To never take the chance
with the best girl there.

she was the Past.
she was the biggest first crush
in my life.
I adored her.
Touching her skin
send currents to my nerves.
Talking to her
my heart is in a horse race.
Gazing into her big eyes
I can see myself in the future.
I gave her Roses, 
she gave me back my heart.
My infatuation gave me hope and
Heartbreaks.
The worst part, it hid the fact
that she was a really good
Friend.

"You know I’m such a fool for you

You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger"

She was Recent.
The moment I laid my eyes on her,
without a doubt,
she'll be a friend from the beginning
till the end.
I was fine with it.
Even though,
there were moments, nights, that
we may have flirted with the boundaries.
I was fine with it.
I don't want my hopes to be up and
Heartbreak.
We are friends.
Then why?
The Kiss. 
Our lips and bodies were too close
to go back to the borders.
We were friends.

I shared smiles with she.
I shared laughs with She.
I shared slow dances with both.

she came back from the Past,
to the Present, yesterday.
As a friend.
I'm happy.


Girls, this my poem to you.
It's time to set you free from my painful heart.
The Candle. As painful as the candle lights,
in order I can move on.

She never came back, ignored
the Present because I'm not there.
Will you be there, talk to me,
the Future when I'm there?
Or has your heart flew away into another man's arm
like blue daffodils to the wind. As always.
I'll be daffodils lament.



Of course, I wanted you.
How could I not?
Your smile, laugh, and crooked teeth.
But our rules were clear,
by the boundaries, never over the border.
What and why was the Kiss?
A kiss is never just a kiss.

"I have decided to leave you forever

I have decided to start things from here

Thunder and lightning won’t change

What I’m feeling

And the daffodils look lovely today"

They were my best friends.
People say
"The best thing in friendship is
the best friend."
But they also say:
"The best love is to
fall in love with your best friend."
I guess, I have always thought
picking the first choice was safer.
Nevermore.

I should have learned by now,

be better,

to never feel this way ever again.

Heartbroken.

Flying Love

Tights, wearing red underwear infront of them, and cape
guy has never been my favorite superhero.
But he can fly.
I want to fly up high, sky high, up, up and away!

Not for the thrill.
Not to save the world.
Not for myself.

Just for you.
To show my love for you.
To show a picture of my love.
To love the love over again.

A tiny push of the ground
like the tiny spark of my love
I will take you high as the moon
Calmly, cool, cautious night.
I will show you the love that is in my heart, up there.
I will point you down to the city.
The beautiful city lights.

A tiny thought
like the first time I saw you
I will take you around the world.
Windy, winding, wet altitude, we will fly.
To woo you heart, I will take days, months, years
to prove to you that the world is small
compared to my love.

A tiny anger
like when I saw you with him
I will take you high as the sun
Red-hot, raging, rut, we will slowly be burn and rot.
To prove my love to you,
I will let our body burn and set our love free
without limitation.

Tights, wearing red underwear infront of them, and cape
guy has never been an icon for me
but like him,
I am crazy for the girl of my dream.

Just Awkward Dots of Moments...

Everytime...
Every single time...
I hear that song...
I keep thinking of you...
Of this feeling that I have...
For you...
But I can't...
But I want to...

Chat with you...
Call you...
Talk to you...
Listen to you...
Express to you...

Just to be with you satisfy me...

But I can't...
This is nothing...
He said that...
I want fight it but it is the truth...

What is my situation?
Just awkward dots of moments...

The Perfect Poem For You

I am thinking.
Hard. Carefully. Hopefully.
Here I am sitting on my cold pavement floor with my notebook.
Pondering. Restless. Hysterical.
I want to describe you with beautiful words.
Words can't even describe you.
Too cliche.

Cute.
Incomparably cute.
When you smile, I sighed, thinking: "God, you got it right."
Your fluffy, smooth cheeks.
If only they were mine. I would kiss them, softly, creating a static of heaven-made love.
"Cute" still does not satisfy the description of you.
English sucks.

Maganda.
Beautiful in your mother tongue.
You are as beautiful as the word.
Or probably more.
Your beautiful body.
Your beautiful lip.
Your beautiful teeth.
Your beautiful 'you.'
It still does not level with your beauty.
Not even close.

Anggun.
Elegant in my language.
Yup, that is what you are.
As elegant as the waltz moves, is your laugh.
Ringing through my sad ears.
Your laugh contains all the happiness that the world needs.
The happiness that I need.
Please come elegantly to my life.
But no.
Because you are not elegant.
You are more.

You prove that man's language needs to restructure.
You are like an angel sent to help mankind,
to help me.

No, words can not describe you because you are beyond human.
No, I failed.
I haven't written the perfect poem for you.
I don't know what you are and you don't who am I.
I guess we will have to talk.