Written around March 2021
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In a cold room, you'll find her
you'll find her crying buckets of tears
you'll find her questioning herself
you'll find her excessively thinking of a mistake she never did
"Where did I go wrong?"
She was always forgiving
understanding, waiting
But she's already fractured, injured, and full of scars
She always finds the soul in everything
while she's slowly losing her own soul
The walls that she built are not to close the door
but to hide the vulnerable girl
Damaged as a fragile glass
Fallen, not in the mass of clouds
But mass of knives, continuing to hurt her
Maybe it was the butterflies that keeps her from holding on
But it was the bees, that continues to stung her
Every night she wished for the stars to take her back from the start
When she hadn't met her moon yet
Her eyes are like the waterfalls
But tomorrow it will still bloom like a flower
Will continue to hide what's already dead inside
Will continue to love even though pain is the only thing left on the plate
She never wished for her prince charming
She never needed someone to save her
But are you that cruel enough?
To let the princess drown in the dark swamp where she'll get clouded by the darkness
She doesn't need you to hold her
Cut the rope and she'll fix it herself at the end of the day
Even though her hands bleed
She was soft and gentle like an air
But by inflicting pain on her
You've put gunpowder
Turns out she's a ticking bomb
It must be hard for her
To see things, to feel things
deeply..
She never learned her lesson
She should be taking her rest every night
But instead, she's trying to analyze someone who can never be analyzed by anyone
Even if it breaks her head
Even if it breaks her..
She never needed anything from that someone
She never expected anything because since day one, she was already bleeding
But continues to hold on to that someone's words
Because maybe, while she was searching for his soul
She found something beautiful
Not noticing the spikes around her
When she noticed the spikes
She was brave enough to walk through it
While her feet is shaking, the pain was already unbearable from the start
But she pretended to bear it.
Because she wanted to be heard by him.
In the end, the princess never really needed the prince to save her
She already realized that the prince wouldn't even bother to jump puddles for her
Since the prologue of the story, she already knew the prince isn't brave enough
The princess only wished for one thing
For her prince to tell her to stop
Stop jumping oceans
Stop walking through the spikes
Stop trying to look through his soul
Stop risking
Stop crying buckets of tears
Stop waiting for me.
She hoped for answers
Waiting
Even though, she already realized
That it may not come
You can tell that it's a love story
Not a tragic one
It's a love story
That didn't even have its first chapter
It's not incomplete
It's just that only a hand writes it
The other hand already disappeared
And the hand that remains?
Writing the story with blood
Trying to end a story
That didn't even start
To the prince in the story,
The princess wants to meet you again
But not in this eclipse
Not now while the sun still sets
Not when her hand still bleeds
When she had already stitched her scars
When she already decided to break down the walls she built
When she's ready to face her trauma
Yes, you've traumatized her
Let's now continue our chapters.
But we're now on a different book.
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