Okay With Goodbyes…

‘Why are you so calm with goodbyes?’ He asked her.

‘Because at some point in our life, we will need to face it. Whether you are ready is not gonna matter. We, human, tend to hold on to something that is ready to leave us, sometimes not because they want to but because they need to.’ She answered.

‘I don’t want you to leave.’

‘You can stop me for a while, but you can’t stop me forever baby.’ She smiled her calm smile.
—- t.b.h.g

 

A Poetry From The Past… 

It’s a poetry about you and me, dear lover from the past.

So here it goes….

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Pernyataan Hati

Air mata mengalir sendu, membasahi pipi ranum sang gadis

Penyesalan datang terlambat, memenuhi pelosok hati sang pemuda

Di laut asa penuh bimbang, menyeret kesedihan ke lautan dalam

Sang gadis menangis sendu senyap, sang pemuda menghujat menghujat kebodohan dirinya

Di pasir penuh seribu makna, air mata jatuh ke permukaan

Menyedot amarah dan kesedihan, dengan ombak lembut pengantar sayang

Matahari tenggelam ditelan laut, meninggalkan seberkas langit berwarna jingga

Sang gadis mengaguminya, sang pemuda tak ingin melupakannya

Kan kutulis sebuah cerita, tentang dua insan muda yang jatuh cinta

Memeluk cinta dalam kebisuan, menangisi sayang yang tak tersampaikan

Berdiam diri dalam kebingungan, menghela nafas tanpa kelegaan

Hanya tersisa waktu untuk menunggu, sang kekasih menitipkan rindu

Kan kutorehkan sebuah kisah, dua insan memadu kasih

Tali jalinan kejujuran rasa sayang, pernyataan hati yang abadi
– t.b.h.g , written on 6th July 2007

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It was that one day that I was on a call with a good friend, and decided to open my old scribbles while talking to him.

The page was opened to this poetry from 10 years back, well nothing to say about the past that triggered me to write this piece, but I guess this is one of the poetries I have that I am confident enough to share it here.

Well, it turns out I am what we called ‘alay’ now, back then in 2007. LOL! This is a piece that I’ve written in a hurry before I lose all the courage and the crazy twenty seconds of insanity to post and publish what to be a very immature writing in content and grammar, so pardon me for a lot of ‘not well thought of’ words and phrasing here and there. 🙂

Here I am, in 2017. A month and a half before embarking on a new adventure, and still…

 
Simply, comfortably in love with you…
The Blue Hair Girl

 

‘You know what hurts the most when you find out the one you loved cheated?’ She asked him one day when she is warmly cuddled in his arms. 

‘What is it?’ He whispered cautiously. 

He stare into her eyes, hoping to see her heart. He stare deeply into her dark brown coloured eyes, but still all he sees is emptiness, like she’s shielding herself from the world.

She whispered back to him,

‘To find out that you and everything you do and everything you gave is never gonna be enough for him.’ 

-t.b.h.g

“Why is it so difficult to end everything between us?” He asked again.

She stop her steps, slowly back up to the wall. She think and keep thinking, and after a while, she sighed gently and slowly answer his sad question.

“Because when two people decided to get together, they only need impulse, excitement. But to end everything, what we need is courage. A really big and strong courage. Courage to say the truth to the other party. Courage to hurt someone, because you know if you don’t do it now, it’s going to be hell for both of you in the future. Courage to face it alone again.”

 

-t.b.h.g

‘What does it feel like? Waiting for me?’ He asked.

So I answered him,

‘In the morning, it felt like waiting for my hot cup of tea to cool down. But when I took a sip of it, the taste was not what my tongue used to.

When afternoon comes, waiting for you is equivalent to waiting for my too frozen popsicle to melt a little, but I was waiting for too long, the popsicle melted to nothing.

When the day turns into night, it felt like the waiting is going to end, but when I opened my eyes, it just restarted as another day of it.’

 

–t.b.h.g