It’s been 11 years since the first time I saw you.
Me, a 17 years old student who always feels sad all the time, saw you, singing, screaming, and head-banging with all of your heart to your own written poems on a rainy autumn night.
My silly younger self falls in love with those poems of heartbreak, despair, and loss because to be honest, you’re not my kind of type. But, I’m falling deeper after I knew every little trivial matter we shared.
Our same birth-month, same blood-type, same zodiacs, favorite McDonalds’s menu, favorite desserts, favorite movie-genres…
It’s funny because we tend to see similarities with our favorite person just to feel close to them.
So do I.
Your hate is so addicting that I start to feel calm when I see you expressing your feelings.
You shout, you cry, you bleed in front of sparkling eyes of hopes from people who adore you.
You give me the cruelest gift you could ever give to someone and here I am giving you a bit by bit of my shadow so you know I’m always there.
Ever wondered about a face you always see inside your dreams? The one who always messing your head even after you woke up?
11 years later, nothing’s changed. Though you broke my heart, you’re still my favorite person whom I adore wholeheartedly.
I’d go with you, anywhere, anytime if you asked me to.
But ironically, we are just as close as strangers in the dreams.
Me, a 17 years old student who always feels sad all the time, saw you, singing, screaming, and head-banging with all of your heart to your own written poems on a rainy autumn night.
My silly younger self falls in love with those poems of heartbreak, despair, and loss because to be honest, you’re not my kind of type. But, I’m falling deeper after I knew every little trivial matter we shared.
Our same birth-month, same blood-type, same zodiacs, favorite McDonalds’s menu, favorite desserts, favorite movie-genres…
It’s funny because we tend to see similarities with our favorite person just to feel close to them.
So do I.
Your hate is so addicting that I start to feel calm when I see you expressing your feelings.
You shout, you cry, you bleed in front of sparkling eyes of hopes from people who adore you.
You give me the cruelest gift you could ever give to someone and here I am giving you a bit by bit of my shadow so you know I’m always there.
Ever wondered about a face you always see inside your dreams? The one who always messing your head even after you woke up?
11 years later, nothing’s changed. Though you broke my heart, you’re still my favorite person whom I adore wholeheartedly.
I’d go with you, anywhere, anytime if you asked me to.
But ironically, we are just as close as strangers in the dreams.
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