They speak again
tongues like measuring tapes,
wrapping around curves
they were never invited to touch

Don’t be too full,
or you’ll become the joke
Don’t be too hollow,
or they’ll pity you in silence

Don’t shine too bright,
you’ll be named too cheap
Be simple
but never dull enough to vanish

Their words stain
like wine on white silk,
like smoke that settles
where breath should be

And I?
I face the mirror
but see a stranger,
built from fragments of their judgment,
stitched with doubt,
stitched with shame

I begin to loathe this skin,
mourn the way it bends,
curse the way it stands out
as if I am an error,
written in flesh,
waiting
to be erased

aku rasa
setiap aksara yang kutuliskan terasa seperti lelucon yang lahir dari jemariku sendiri,
menggeliat di atas benda bercahaya dengan kecerobohan yang puitis.

Makaa,
kubungkus ia dalam bahasa asing ,
seperti melarungkan rahasia ke samudra yang tak banyak mengerti,
berharap maknanya karam sebelum sempat ditertawakan.

You said it was nothing
just memories passing by.
But your eyes still flicker at the sound of his name,
and I know
some things carve deeper
even if they don’t stay long.

I kept the questions tucked beneath my tongue,
because love, they say, needs room to trust.
But that room grew emptier each day,
and still I stood
waiting for something
that had long since gone.

You still greet me kindly,
with the voice that once felt like home.
But now, it echoes
a sound in a heart
you no longer knock upon.

Funny, isn’t it
how someone can remain
without ever truly being there?

Does the rain ever lament its descent from the heavens?? It never wails in sorrow as it plummets, nor does it seethe when souls below spurn its embrace, fearing the ache of its touch.

Yet, unperturbed, the rain unfurls, steadfast in its purpose, knowing that in its departure, a resplendent marvel shall emerge the rainbow.

The rainbow, a spectacle adored, a vision revered. But have you ever pondered that without the weeping of the sky, such splendor would remain but a dream?

Thus, revere the rain that falls in quietude, and let not your lips murmur, “I abhor the rain.”

Let them go,
like wind through fingers
never yours to hold,
only yours
to feel.

Let them fade
into the hush of yesterday,
where names lose weight,
and memories
forget how to ache.

Let them unlove you
their leaving
is not your breaking.
You were whole
long before they knocked.

Let them forget
you are not meant
to haunt anyone’s forever.
You are a moment,
a breath,
a soft goodbye.

Let them say nothing
Let them mean nothing
You have given enough
now give yourself
the peace of release.

For in the quiet
after the letting go,
you will hear
your soul exhale.