I HAVE BURIED US
This Poem I write while shedding a few hundred Tear like a kid, Leaving his Favorite Thing Behind, Once My beloved Friend Naza asked me If you could find a Poison Bottle of Love Spell, Would you be able to give to someone and No, cause Love Doesn't comes from Soul It's Eat Away Everything, And the Answer is Still NO
Let me Admit the truth;
Oh! Dear Heart Breaker, Oh! My little Cheater and Oh! My Liar...
I used to think why people tend to fall for wrong people,
why they love them,
while they get cheated, hated, cursed, and broken..
then I myself fall in love And I realized that how beautifully it will kill you
“the love”, it take every single molecule of happiness and trust and hope out of you.
I wanna be killed, I wanna be dyeing for someone who don’t care or
maybe cares but don’t do anything about the care..
He Never treated me well, He Just treated me good enough to keep me from running away, just like your Anti-Depressants Drug, You take them when you wanna die but those little piece of poising doesn’t makes you live neither make you die you just hang in there.
I feel like I have reached the October of Us, of “me and my love”, “my relations and my people”, “my lows and highs”, I am just hanging in there.
Every Morning I wake up with the Need to smoke and have tons of
Anti-Depressant and mighty breakfast and to miss him and go back to sleep,
But Instead I put myself in a Random Place of “Hanging On in Wait”.
Hanging On For Him to “Regret”, Hanging on for him to say Sorry",
Hanging on for him to say that “he would leave his trashy life behind”
and would live this one life-time a small little treasure with me...
His Pure Smile,
Loving Gaze,
Soft Touch,
Poison Words
and Sweet lies made me fall for him.
I Just Think Sometimes that I Let Him Go Cause He wasn’t full filling my needs, compared me with looser people, Never choose me as the First one, Talked about his Exes all the time, Never Forgotten the Girl He loved, Never Accepted my in-front of people, Was scared of getting caught in the relation with me,
I don’t know, What I didn’t did enough to make him not forget his Ex.
Forgot about his Ex he didn’t even stopped thinking about his “wife to be” for a sec while being with me or talking to me “she was always on his mind”.
So Now, I have passed us, As he waits for the anger of mine to go away, I have passed us, I have said goodbye to my feelings, his care, his life, and everything.
I have left a version of me on that Grave as well, that I took an Oath with me as remembering for us that I’ll never pour in anybody’s cup my love ever in a way
I did for you my lost Love.
