[Poem] Say It to My Face


Say it to my face that you don't want to spend the rest of your life with me.

Say it to my face that you don't want me to be there beside you when you're delivering our first child.

Say it to my face that you don't want me to be your bed mate, the one you see every morning.



Say it to my face that you don't want to witness any sunrise with me on the patio, let alone the sunset.

Say it to my face that you will never be interested in my star-gazing dating plan.

Say it to my face that you can't picture us together having a happy, vibrant outdoor BBQ party with lovely friends and family.

Say it loudly to my face that you won't get wound up when I'm not around.

Say it to my face that you ask me nothing but to sod off.

Say it to my face that It's nearly impossible for me to feel what it means to be yours, to be more.

Say it to my face that you don't know that I'm not chasing anyone else.

Say it to my face that I'm just nowhere near your Cell Phone Prince Charming.

Say it to my face that I suck at doing essential things as a human bloody being.

Say it to my face that "no more trying to be nice game for me, you've got to accept the truth!"

Say it to my face that you couldn't careless for whatever happens in my life forever.

Say it to my face that you will never ever miss my call, my voice, every shit about me.

Say it to my face that I'm not a fragment you're looking for.

Say it to my face that what you feel about me is nothing but pity for a desperate bloke.

Say it to my face that you never get my jokes.

Say it to my face that my music is just as poor as my writings.

Say it to my face that I should stop being annoying as fuck.

Say it to my face that you can deny my love, that bloke's love, that man's love, that guy's love and that man's love too.

Say it to my face that a glass of milk tastes better than a fucking silly Espresso, always.

Say it to my face, don't hold yourself love, that you've never been interested in me from the get-go.

Say it right to my face that I've got to let go and carry on dying.

Say it to my face that you understand that everybody needs somebody, but I'm just an anomaly.

Say it to my face that you don't understand why I should always dramatize shit.

Say it all genuinely, sincerely, honestly.

One day. Tomorrow maybe.

Jakarta, 24 August 2016

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