Everybody has their own old pain
I’m not the exception
Your words ripped my heart
Till my wounds became wider,
didn’t care even though there’s still wet wounds on the other part
I lost to count how many wounds did you make before
People thought how could somebody survive with a broken half heart, while the other half was in agony
Hoping for the new one that can replace this broken part
But, how could it be?
I can’t take it anymore
It will be a battle between me and my old pain
Who will be killed first?
I don’t have much time
bury those memories;
kill these old pain;
replace my broken heart with the new one;
then, let me laugh over the death of an old pain
Yogyakarta, May 14th, 2019-05.26 p.m.