it once got stuck
under the heavy rain

long pause
soaking wet
overflowing-
tears.

i thought there is no coming back
i thought there won't be-
another clear sky.

i hate the weather,
it reminds me of how weak myself is.

cold skin,
cold feet,
cold hearted me.

if only,
i could shut the door before i considered to let you in.

you were in,
grasping my whole world,
altering my ego,
ruin and rising-
just like my favorite poet wrote our way.

i wanna cage you,
or i wanna bury you.
else, i wanna kept you.
caressing you with all the tenderness I had.
but it was all empty.

i hope someone might wake me up.
this is bad dream, I suppose.
ironic, isn't it?
you're the best thing I ever had, but you only live in my bad dream.

our love stripped us away.
i was stripped,
till i was naked, left with nothing.

i'm starring at the wet roads.
fuck my bad dreams.
i want you in my reality.

i decide to stand.
preparing my steps.
for next journey.
where there is no going back.

my wheels are turning
now.


Novita Ratna Wulandari