Saturday, September 19, 2015

To Be Loved

Have you ever feel you're the odd man out among your friends?
Once again, that's my everyday. In every circle.

Your friends, they are attractive, they are charming inside out, they are beautiful.
You, well.
You're the wise one who gives every best advice they can get.
You're the clown one who makes everybody laughs. 
But yet, you have nobody.
You don't even remember how to love, how it is to be loved.
Everyone leaves you everytime they take pieces of you.
You are torn apart.
You lost yourself being someone else trying to be what she wants.
But she's not even worth it.
They're not even worth it.

So you keep yourself locked away.
Nobody can't even reach you.
Nobody can't even touch you.
Their voices not even tip the very surface of your ear.
They left you one by one, yet you don't give a shit.
Because, you get used to it.
You keep punching yourself.
You keep letting people punch you.
All just because you're already numb, inside out.

They keep coming.
Keep coming.
Keep coming.
Keep coming.
Keep coming.
Keep coming.
Keep coming.
Keep coming towards you.
Taking pieces of you.
Keep breaking promises.
Knowing you'll never run out of patient.

Until the noose comes to your neck.
Until the sword comes to your cord.
Until the bullet finds its way to your brain.

Maybe this kind of love I will always get.
Because hey, who doesn't love to be loved? ;)


qorriza putri widyanti said...

love this part...
"You don't even remember how to love, how is it to be loved."


This love is lovely

Anonymous said...

we are so close, yet so far.

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