The Short Poetry Collection

Bad News

I liked you so much that I finally decided to let you go. At first I thought I had managed to let you go. I think I can accept all your decisions. I guess the story was left far behind, without the need to reopen it and tear it apart to find every good memory. At least, that's what I thought until one day I found myself wrong. All those words are just a form to convince myself, who can never forget you.

A year. It took me a year to wake up. It's because of you, right on your birthday. The day I found out that you broke up with that woman. You know what my mind was at the time? I feel like I have that chance again. I thought that it would never hurt to fight for your heart again. Even I boldly asked for that opportunity.

Maybe I want you again. But, no. All that past with you is enough for me, or I'm forced to do enough. Re-liking you is a form of breaking a promise to myself. So, I chose to re-submerge the feeling that suddenly just appeared. Hoping that it will be forgotten, either by time or by a new figure.

In the past, everything about you has always been good news that I have been waiting for and able to publish a smile on the lips. Now, everything about you is bad news that I thought was never there. My feelings for you are one of them. I assume there's nothing so I can back up the promise when you're gone.

Long ago, I liked you

Now, I still choose you

Become the moor of my heart

To be the embellisher of my days

But I know

Siding with you means betraying myself

A promise I made in my heart

Every word I write to convince myself

A year of travel without you

It is enough to become a new habit

Even now, I don't want that myself

My choice is two

I made a promise to myself

Or to forget you again

Then, I'll put it up here

Although sometimes it is still implied

In my mind

It's been months since I decided that. For months I still smiled when I found your name in one of the top columns in my chat. I still put you in my imagination a lot. Always looking for ways to talk to you whenever we look at you. I still want to be close to you. Again, that's bad news for me.

I've been trying to hold back. However, natural reactions are inevitable. The last way is to get rid of your name in the chat field. Pretend not to see yourself when we accidentally cross paths or maybe choose a detour just to avoid. Unfortunately, wiping out everything about you in the real world is futile. My mind has recorded well every inch of your body. Never missed a day, you don't cross over all sorts of imaginative scenarios. You are always the main character. Again, that's bad news for me.

The promise I desperately made in my mind and mind can easily be broken. Seeing or hearing your name instantly made me forget all the promises I ever made. Wherever I go, wherever I step foot, wherever I try to hide from this feeling, always at your end. You too will be my most comfortable home. It was bad news for me because I finally confessed that I could never close my eyes about your presence in my life.

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