the world is cruel, we know. but we refuse to believe that the world would ever be cruel to us. we always expect it to happen to someone else. it’s always someone else. it’s like a disease. would you ever think you’d have cancer at 50? like that uncle or aunty, that someone you know. and you refuse to believe that it’ll never happen to you. but who are you to say? because you control nothing.
and no one would think that separation would happen to them at the beginning of the relationship. they’d prefer living with the fact that it’d never happen to them at all, hiding behind walls of deceit, all sugar coated with love. what is love in the first place? they never work towards it, they never care. they prefer the other half to give more, to love more. and when things happen, they’ll blame the half who loves more. when he deserves all the credit, and non of the blame.
so tell me, you say i’m not caring enough, im not loving you enough. this is what happens when you expect so much, too much and you make it as if you deserve so much. you want days out where we just sit around, just like what your other friends do. and i thought you would have known me better.
the world is cruel. too bad it chose you to be cruel to.
cheydebah. chekbedah. cheykkk. benoit.
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benar betol. emo betol. tapi kadang kala, kau dah memang tahu yang ada kadang kala, perhubungan kau tu tak akan sampai ke akhir hayat.
itulah temah puisi aku. tiada apa2 yang akan sampai ke akhir hayat.
tak habiak habiak lu punya puisi dengan sajak. tak boleh beat kawan aku ah, dier king.