Devil Walks in The Clover Field

In every different way, people love. In every different words, they  confess it. In every different meaning, they assort it. So if someone fails to catch up what another one has said, doesn’t mean it never existed.

I’m mourning my lost. I’m in terrible sad, every second I fight my eyes to not flood, just because I know when it happens, I can’t stop.  It has come to an end. I never prepared myself to earn this today. I never expected this to come, nor now or last time I breath in this corrupted world. Coz I know we’re love each other, we’ll fight to stay, and if its so hard and we stray, we’ll find the way.

Break up, twice in a night is awesome. I still can watch outside my window, sweep my tears with my shrugging shoulder, make a circle with the ash of my last smoke.  But just that. I lost my words, I lost my voice, I lost my grip, and I can’t save ours. I can’t save ours. It’s my fault. I’m so sorry. I should dragged myself harder to move my thought, to find the proper words, to at least says it louder. But seems like the shock take me so bad, I speak with my tongue tied.

I know its too late to do anything. All I can dream is just a mere dream now. I know you did your best to thought what’s the best for us two. And if by separating you seek your lost self, heal your pain, and protect your heart, I could never stop that. This is how I love you. This is the way I always love you. “Put your wish as the best prior list”, so now if you wish something I didn’t want for, I granted it, even I should bear the whole crying. If you ask why I can’t hold on us, it goes the same like I ask why you should be so weak and break that. 

You know that you mean everything above all I desire, not even my ego could defeat that. I just remember when you said that if we break up, it doesn’t from you, and never you to decide that—I’m crying. Coz now  I realize how empty that words is.