I Love (The Idea Of) You

Yes, it was love but,
No, it wasn't unconditional

I'm not even demanding for an apology
Jumping into conclusion at the first glance
Even in messing up I am a prodigy
You could never plan romance

Keeping your name on top of the shelf
Thinking holding back is better than the rage
What you've been telling me or telling yourself
Is it setting myself free or opening your own cage?

Not as furious as the last time
Only unchecked everything from the top lists
Another self proclaim but it was sublime
Did nothing but settling with my own fists

I've sat countless nights in front of the door
Wondering if the cold would take my soul
What I've been really wishing down to my core
Seeing you knocking and making me whole

You never loved
You never have
Not for what I am or who I am
You just love the idea of me.

I'm Fine Without You

If you meant staring into space everyday,
Still finding the permanent cure
Seeing from every different point of view
Then sure,
I'm okay without you.

If you meant getting no job done,
Always feeling insecure
Wanting to call,
When this head was placed under curfew
Then sure,
I'm good without you.

If you meant crying myself to sleep,
Worrying every minute every second
No consolation
Just like the last time
Another isolation
Sure,
I'm great without you.

If you meant daily face palms,
Can't even stop the bleeding
Close enough to dying
Rejecting a love this pure
Couldn't accept, easily withdrew
Then sure,
I'm totally fine without you.

I Hate It

The way someone likes another
Not really owning one
For better or worse, or even better
Not all the damage are done
Obsession.

The way someone says,"I'm broken."
But still excel at getting paid
Have a job or not failing or outspoken
Either find love or getting laid
Hypocrite(s).

Looking at the adored one, love potion
But not like the way it did anymore
Was a choice, but now only an option
Aching for attention right to the core
It hurts.