Ghost

Every night I wake up with heavy breathing and tears in my eyes. My dreams are always the same. Your eyes, your lips, and your smile are pictured perfectly in my head and it feels real. As soon as I wake up, however, it vanishes. I cannot picture it anymore. The picture gets hazy and covered by grief and lost. So, here I am, in my dark cold room, wondering where did I go wrong? Rewinding every memory I can remember, searching for my mistake. Could it be something that I said? – or is it something, that I didn’t say? Could it be something that I did? Something I didn’t do? Either way, I cannot find it out. No matter how hard I try to rationalize this, it is always my fault.

„Let it go“ – they say. Words are easily spoken, action, however, is harder to perform. I am hanging in between two fights, to let your spirit go away or to keep you in my heart? The faster I can choose between this option, the lighter my heart will be. Though, I am not the one who is holding the last card. I cannot choose, or truth to be told, I do not want to choose, not until you close the door and close it completely. If there is no clean cut, I will be always held on to that tiny – unrealistic—hope that you do still want me by your side and that maybe you acknowledge my presence. I will always hold on to that hope until I wear out my energy and become numb in the process.

I still hope your leaving was only the nightmare. The nightmare, I could wake up out of it pretty soon.

I am sorry, it is not you – it is me. I’m an overthinker.

Let us just be a ghost to each other. Let us just be a ghost to our past. I’ll let your ghost creeping inside my daydream and nightmare. Moreover, I’ll let your ghost disappears into the ether without any explanation – because maybe I’m worth none.

Hello-Goodbye

“You be good.”

That was his last word to me and at that moment I know that was our last time. That I won’t be seeing him again nor would I want to see him in a short time and that was our final chapter.

What we had wasn’t even real and I should have known that we couldn’t keep it like that. Maybe I was greedy and I was aware of that, but what I did not know, it would come to an end that fast. We met and we said goodbye. That was it. Period. Just like a line, what met in intersection and never will meet again.

It was first day of summer, or was it? I don’t really remember. Do you see? I don’t even remember anymore how or when we met. That should be a sign enough, to let me know that ahead we will be separated by a fucking big junction. From that on what I still remember is our good time. Fun time. Fuck it just called it summer fling.

We explored our sexuality openly. He opened a door for me so I could exploring thing I have never explored before. He lets me in and showed me what I could do, what I’m capable of, what he was capable of. It was like a drug for me, I couldn’t have enough of it. I was happy, you see at that moment I was alive. Never have I ever been that happy. Never have I ever tasted a drug like his drug. Slowly I was addicted to it. I wanted more even though I know what we had, was a problem. You see, I got a boyfriend and he had his ‘girlfriend’. But still we kept playing this game of two.

My friend told me to be careful because when you play with fire, you could get burned. “Sweetheart, you have to be careful. Don’t let a good fuck think you’re in love.” I should listened to her, I should stop it while I can. But I’m a junkie, as he always called me when I had my second cigarettes. I am a junkie, yes I was a junkie, who couldn’t get enough from his poisonous elixir. Greedy is such an ugly so sin. You want something that you don’t have, you demand something you know you cannot get. In the end you will get hurt by your greediness.

I know he met her long before he met me, but tell me couple of things. Is she lovely? Does she care about him? Does she fuck him better than me? He knows I’m right here, beside him and she’s there thousand miles away from you. I have been in that kind relationship, it sucked. It sucked your energy and your emotion. Is he really sure that was what he wants? Didn’t he tell me not so long ago, love and relationship were not his things? That he probably wasn’t capable of such emotion. Wasn’t what we have was great? No emotion, no string attached, just us and his bed?

Such a pity, just for a moment I enjoyed it with no regret or no hesitation. Turn out of the blue, he had someone beside him. Left me alone in this dark room and he knows how I hate dark room. I hope he saw my face and it reminded him the time we had earlier, the sweet play we played, the secret language that we spoke.

But you know, I wished him the best. I was happy he found what he wasn’t even look at first.

Persona

Sebuah kumpulan coretan dan guratan tangan seseorang yang bukan priyayi.

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Love Story by Chiara Bautista

What To Do With All This Love? (5.10.2014)
Ketika sudah banyak cinta di dalam hati,
Aku terkadang bingung mau ku kemanakan segala cinta di hati
Penuh. Sesak dada ini
Terpenuhi oleh cintaku untukmu
Biar aku rajut benang cintaku,
kubuatkan baju hangat untukmu
Agar dapat kuhangatkan kau…

Bung, Ayo Bung (9.11.2014)
Aku kangen dengan gejolak itu
Ingin membakar, mengobar
menyulut
Api revolusi semakin menghilang
Tertutup rapat, tak ada udara
Berikan celah! Agar bisa bernapas
Kembali berkobar
Karena kita belum selesai
Dan tak akan selesai

Merintih Dalam Tawa (17.11.2014)
Dalam rintihan tawaku
Terpuruk dalam sendu
Mengikis syahdu
Ku menatap dalam gelap,
Mereka tertawa! Lepas!
Aku Tertawa! Merintih!
Tersenyum bibirku,
Tapi mataku?

Reward (17.11.2014)
Are you my reward?
Because you are something
Something I would never
Never dare to ask
Because you are too good
Too good to be true
true to me, true to my love
My love, you are my reward

Untitled (Date unknown)
Sesak rasanya dadaku
Setiap aku mendengar lagu
Rindu yang tertahan syahdu
Lagu berdendang irama rindu
ingin rasanya kupeluk
kuraba dan kucium
Kekasih hati tapi jauh selalu

Scary Thing (Date Unknown)
Growing up is a scary thing
I would love to go back to my childhood
but then I have to experience that damn thing again

danantidewi

I Don’t Love You

Well when you go
So, don’t ever think I’ll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I’ll be off to find another way

And you want to walk away from this relationship we had built together. You want to cut off our bond, our communication and to throw all we have. But please remember that I’m tired from all this drama to fight over you, begging you to stay. When you are stepping out of this door, just remember that is the cue you will lose me forever.

When after all this time hat you still owe
You’re still a good for nothing I don’t know
So take your gloves and get out
better get out while you can

Four and half years are not a short time. We shared our dreams, our passion and our nightmares. We went through all kind of situation and I saw no flaw in our relationship, but why now? Why it has to be now, when I have grown fond of you. Every second and every minute make it hard to think about the world without you. So I think you better leave now, while you still can.

When you go
Would you even turn to say
“I don’t love you, like I did yesterday?”

Because that what I’ll keep saying to you. I’ll keep repeating the sentence like a broken record until these words become real.

When you go,
Would you have the guts to say…

“I don’t love you like I love you yesterday”

danantidewi

ps: this story is inspired by the song from My Chemical Romance with the same title “I don’t love you” from the album The Black Parade.

Game Over

She looks up into the sky, she sees nothing actually. Her gaze wanders between the grey skies. Breath in, breath out. She is alive but she never felt lifeless than this before. People look at her as if she is enjoying her day in the park, but deep down people does not know the fight that has been going on in her heart, on her mind, in her soul.

A long fight, that makes her tired, makes her just want to be up high in the sky or just six feet under, she does not care where, as long as it is not in between. Between this surrounding, between this hectic, between the routine.
Nobody hears her silent scream, her muted yearn for help because she keeps going on with a fake smile she puts on her mask. She looks in the mirror, people might see a good-looking young lady with sleepy eyes but what they do not know is what she looks in the mirror. She looks flesh and skin just like her in the mirror but it is cold, soulless, lifeless.
she smokes, she drinks, she takes occasional drugs just to get closer to her goal. One time, she was taking too much pressure, she felt it as if she was going to fly away from the burden but to just waking up on her cold bed on the next day.

Today.

Today is different and she knows it. She can feel it, it comes near to her. She knows today is the day.
She takes a long hot shower because this might be her last one. She puts her best dress and even put a simple make up on her face. She is smiling for the first time after God know how long it was. She feels it getting closer, her heart pounding like a jungle drum.
Ten…
Nine…
Eight…

She starts to count,

Seven…
Six…
Five…

She goes to her rooftop balcony, she feels the air fresher than ever, thinner than ever and she loves it.

Four…
Three…
Two…

Free fall and in that few seconds she feels it. She feels the air and the sun touching her skin. She hears the sound of her city, the chirping of the birds, the yelling and the shriek scream of a pedestrian.

One…

“Would you like to continue this journey?” She shakes her head as she closes her beautiful vibrant eyes.

Game Over.

danantidewi