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Poetato Jul 6
what people say lately
the compliments
give me a headache

i think too much
was my makeup too much?
did i overdress? underdress?

but why should i torture myself
with such unimportant questions?
i am pretty.
and i deserve it.
Poetato Jun 10
aku masih di sini
bukan karena disuruh
tapi karena ego masih cukup kuat
buat ngalahin alasan pergi

obrolan terakhir
bikin aku ngerti
yang ditunggu cuma waktu.
ngga ada usaha yang bikin bertahan
ngga perlu obrolan lain buat ngelakuinnya juga

jadi ya
tinggal tunggu waktu
entah kapan aku ga butuh validasi itu
entah kapan kamu akan benar2 ngga penting
entah kapan kata "kita" ngga semenggoda itu lagi

aku cuma bakal hilang
dan ngga ditahan
yang ternyata
lebih sakit daripada disuruh minggat.
Poetato Jun 6
At the end
The truest safe comes only from my own lips
And the safest place
Is me.

So baby
Let's go back home
Back to yourself.
Do I deserve somebody? Do I deserve love? At least I know I deserve to love myself and I have me as a somebody.
Poetato Jun 3
He came and knocked on the door
And I opened it, slowly
Though my heart stayed cautious
Haunted by the memory
Of being fooled by belief.

Without hesitation, he said, "Ill make sure you're safe."
He said he believes in karma.
And for a moment
I wanted to believe those words.

I said, "Those are the only words I need to hear."
But deep down, I'm afraid
This might be a replay of an old script
Where safe is just a weapon
Meant to make me drop my guard.
Poetato May 30
I tried to believe, so often
That everyone just needs time
To change
To come back.

I tried to believe, so often
In sweet words
That promised
The universe would make room for us.

But day by day
The more I tried to believe
The harder it became to ignore
You never truly wanted this.

This is not hate
Perhaps, it's exhaustion
Tired of all the questions
That never found their answer.

And I think
This is enough
If we never set sail
Perhaps we were simply never meant to be.
Poetato May 26
Me?
A secret.
Too complicated to explain
Whenever people ask.
Poetato May 19
Some parts of your journey
Are only temporary
And maybe, this is one of them.

It teaches you a lesson
About losing, accepting
And at last, letting go.

It might feel heavy and dark
Yet that's where the light begins to seep in,
Slowly bringing you back home
To yourself.
Well, such is life. Imperfect, yet ours.
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