3 word poem

Simple and genuine

Honest and raw

I miss you.

Though I shouldn't

But who's saying

that I couldnt

It's just me

Torn and beaten

Heartbeat is broken

I could

I could be a good friend
I guess intuitively I know your limits and I subconsciously match it, but consciously trying to do more each time.
But I could really be a good friend.
More than what you think.
The most you'd do for me, or my family, is the most i'd do for you, and a little bit.
Because I could go beyond, but what is the point when you don't even meet the simplest requirement of being there for me when needed, making time for me, prioritizing our friendship.
Perhaps an equally good friend is waiting out there- the phil to my dan, the harper to my alex, the ken to my barbie
And maybe that person doesn't even exist
I hope to get an answer so I can either treat you the way I would treat myself,
Or live as a human with too many untouched potential.

Just stop this chase

I'd say i'm doing a good job avoiding us
Or at least the idea of us, since you somehow manage to pull me back a few times.
Yes the ropes are in your hand,
But I have scissors at my will.
The only question is,
Why am I still not cutting it?
Well, at least I know i'm progressing.

Can you go away

I'm trying to read but your voice is echoing every words I see
I tried writing it out but my heartbeat remains unsteady.
My breathing gets so shallow and i'm trying to take deep breaths but the thought of you constrict me.
Exactly what are thoughts made out of?

Please spare me?

I hate the power you have over me
I'm regaining them.
But each time I decide i'm out
You switch on your charm unknowingly
And I have to start my climb once again.
From the bottom.

Ibarat kunci tersalah pintunya

You're locked
And im a key
And as happy as we were to find out our mutual need,
We forgot to check if I fit.

I don't.

Too easy too quickly

Seems like you've mastered the art of harming and healing.
Because for me the hurt comes in waves.
But who am I to complain when it takes so little to hurt and so little to heal.
You somehow soothe it in the easiest way- a smile, heck, a glance,

Please don't change?

So many Yeahs but so little agreement
No disagreement but such vast perceptions
We used to be tied in unison, synchronicity of heartbeats and brainwaves.
Now you have progessed without my shadow.
I'm holding on to your illusion.
As long as I am,
Please dont leave

I don't deserve this

I do not need your magnetic fields surrounding and suffocating me,
Attracting and repelling whenever convenient
I do not want your hot and cold,
Temperament more inconsistent than the consistency of the tides.
I definitely do not appreciate your mixed signals,
And your touches and words and gaze and smile.

I don't want to know how you play these games because as much as it disturbs me,
I don't want to be player 2.

Wrong focus

It's so weird how low maintainence people infatuated are.
You'll bend over backwards to impress the people you like but they won't budge
You smile a split second to a heart that holds yours and man-
You made their world.
Just by existing.

So, shall we go out of our way to make the people who matter, happy?
Or remain trying to impress those who has no eyes for us?

Either way I lose

Now I can't decide whether to write about our memories
The lost present
Or the future and the what ifs

3652 days

I've never imagined a decade
But I always knew it'd end up this way
I couldnt fathom the thought yet I somehow knew it couldnt go any other way.

I want nothing

I'm not wanting to turn this fire into flame-
We are so unprepared and falling is not as easy as it sounds

You are not

Normal crushes are ok,
I know how to handle them
But you dearest
You are not normal.

You are my friend first and foremost,
All these while my crushes are people I rarely speak to
But a day without speaking to you I feel empty inside.

You are undeclared,
Noone knows if your heart is taken,
And by who, even,
You always say no,
You are not a lover.

You share your stories that I love to hear,
And I have no idea if I should reciprocrate.
Because
You are not my best friend.

I admire you still, though.
You are special.
Kind heart and bright smiles,
You fill my days with understanding and heart races.

You feel nothing but I feel everything.
You are not at fault.

You bother me

03.01 am

It's true the old wives' tales,
That when you're falling,
You'll eat without feeling full,
Cleanse without feeling wet,
And sleep without feeling rested.
Or in my case,
I can't sleep, love.

And you're the cause.