Puisi #34 - Grief

Grief

Is the price we pay for love.

Like what Queen said 

Paradoxically trick I behind

I trapped, in depressive

When You, yes You.

Concise myself into tricks

That You always connected to I

Grief

Is the price we pay for love

I found feelings died

When I realize You, stay away from I

I do everything and You,

Still crying back from I

I make You live in smooth

While You try to stop, stop, and stop

Grief

Is the price we pay for love

Afterthought I did longer reflect

Reveal some unforgiven react

That You, yes You.

Hate to reveal your OWN love

For realities, You concern its

By denying your true feelings

Grief 

Yes, Im so fucked Grief

That You, blame yourself!

To tell I that You wrong person for I

Grief

In the name of deepest depress

Nothing I should again confess

Revive from hopelessness

Not able again, to having You

Because You,

Had fucked up I, meaningful dreams

Be with You, vanished in one blinks

Feeling I have, bullshit in short sights

Once again, I realized

Grief,

Is the price I pay for love

I would pay back

Debt I have to You, by going away.

As what You want it.

Good to put I grief. 

~

Filusuf Ngawur

Cucu Herakleitos