The Short Poetry Collection
The Special Past
I was free to hope
Now I'm wailing
Seeing a dark future
With you . . .
A year to break my heart
Years for my tears
Years for my results
Which now ends bitter
No, I'm not heartbroken
Not crying sad
Because it doesn't hurt
Precisely happy
Then why ask that?
Afraid you're hurting me?
It happens often, always.
The way you treat me
Isn't he cruel to you?
Faced with uncertainty
It ends with a sad fact
So why ask me how I am?
The story is over, isn't it?
Since then
You left me
Alone in the quiet
Misleading and stifling
Just keep your care
For that new guy
Just as our story was finished, I wrote something for you. Something I actually wrote by hand using a pen on paper. And just now, I sent you a one-paragraph photo that I wrote to you.
It's never gonna end if I don't
There will always be new words coming up for you
Which is always directed at you, only you
It seems to be a routine that always adorns the day
Either accompanied by the moon or the sun
This post will be present day by day
Although it will never be delivered later
You didn't respond so much. Really, it's okay. I just wanted to share with you. Share your happiness on your soon birthday. Consider it a gift from me. Maybe you don't think it's special and it's not important. However, if one day you read this, may you be smiling happily in your place later. This is a message. Messages that do not know will be delivered or not.
Then only the paragraphs I've written for you. It's okay if you don't want to read it.
I never knew how much I loved you. I never knew if this taste was completely gone. All I know is that you like other people again. Haunted by questions about me and you have become commonplace in my life and I enjoy it. Although I had to cry, get angry, get disappointed, it was nothing. Because you're always more beautiful than all of that. Let me keep thinking you special
You are far away there
You're the one I don't know how you are
You are like you are missing from the surface
I haven't seen your name in a long time
From the glass screen of my phone
Honestly, I was wondering
How you been all this time?
As long as I am not there to be present in your life
I thought it was a long time ago
When we both talk directly
No, I don't miss you anymore and mince words by asking the news
I was just curious and a little worried about your situation
Do you know what?
I'm afraid you're not okay
Please, stay fine when I disappear!
Hey, when this article was published, it probably happened a long time ago. I dare not publish it in the year of the event. Wh why? I don't know either. Maybe you have forgotten, even I myself may have forgotten. Its alright. This is just a memory that can be used as a reading. These are just words I wrote almost midnight. It could be the truth, it could be a lie.
If you feel heartbroken, that's okay. A broken heart is natural and indicates that we are human. Cry if you need to. Shout if necessary. Tell me if you can't keep it to yourself. Whether or not there are people who yearn for heartbreak, that heartbreak has remained special in the past. The heartbreak indicates that we once loved him wholeheartedly, all body and soul.
— Special Past —
This chapter is part of the past. No one really knows when this happened, other than me. How many days, weeks, months, or even years have passed since that day. No need to think or think. It's all happened and there's nothing I regret. Just enjoy this story as part of a fictional story.
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