Same place, same old story.
Same coffee, same pain.
But each day, the pain feel less and less.
Accept, make peace with the pain.
The pain, is not about how people rejecting me.
Its about how they treat me, really bad, really rude.
Try to be patient, lay down my pride.
Just to keep her, just wanna be with her.
People change, throw everything for a new things that they think will be better.
Blaming, like we dont want to understand how they felt.
Worry, but she think differently.
Start to blame, that we’re overprotecting.
I care a lot, forget about myself, and my feeling.
I care a lot, that hurt me this much.
I care a lot, about what she gonna do, about how her day.
Even I know she didnt care anymore, because she have someone new, long before she kick me out.
I am different, I care differently too.
Never asking much, just her time to company me.
All is gone, after she start to like someone new.
Treat me, like I am a robot that doesn’t have feeling.
2 year, feel like a playground right now.
Like it was nothing, and its hurt.
Saying she wanna try to open heart, again.
But act so fast, didnt see like someone who scare to start again.
Is that a lie, this whole time ?
More I care, more I get hurt.
Its OK now, I write a poet, release all my feeling inside this one.
I come stronger, kill my own feeling and feel all the pain.
I am gonna be OK, because there is only me who can heal me.
I care a lot, and I like a lot.
Not because her beauty, or something else.
I didnt know why I care a lot, more than myself.
and now, this whole time that we spend together, is like a drama.
A drama until she find someone that she like.
Treat me like nobody, blaming me because I say that I am jealous, care and like her.
Using my feeling, to hurt me. Again and again.
More I try to accept it, more she treat me very bad.
In the end of the day, what her mom say about me, is the finishing blow, kill me.
I may blame myself, why I care for her, why I telling her how I felt.
But, each day, all I can feel is thankful, that God listen to my prayer.
He let this happen, even it will hurt me, a lot.
So I can be stronger, and love myself more.
Its hurt, I am not gonna lie about it.
I try not to care anymore, try to avoid everything about her.
Try to forgive, and start over again.
Because I am stronger than I think.
Because I believe, in the right time, everything will be perfect.
