Bacalah Aku

Debu, mengapa kau datang terus?

Aku hanya terdiam di rak ini

Menyaksikan, sepi.

Tetesan hujan terdengar dari jendela

Dingin bukan?

Aku tak butuh kehangatan.

Untuk apa? Pikirku

Jaket? Tak berguna.

Api? Kau tega?

Aku mudah terbakar,

karenanya aku mencoba bersabar.

Aku rindu

Aku rindu sentuhan angin di tiap lembar tubuhku.

Aku rindu lipatan kecil yang terbentuk di sisi pojokku.

Aku rindu pada tawa dan tangis yang tercipta olehku.

Aku rindu.

Sampai kapan aku harus menunggu?

Debu ini semakin membunuhku.

Aku tak ingin mengeluh,

namun aku rindu.

Aku rindu pada pemilikku.

Crazy

I thought people were so dramatic for feeling lonely,

I thought loneliness was just a transition,

I thought it wouldn't last.

It did.

Every second I had to deal with that feeling,

the loneliness that crawls back quietly.

Feeling numb was not the problem,

feeling stupid was for another crazy reason.

Feeling lonely was not the only problem.

Mad don't you think?

This whole world spins for a different kind of reason,

not the one I was hoping for.

A metaphor don't you see?

This poetry is for the crazy,

the mad, the clumsy, and the hazy.

Lonely?

I am not lonely, 

for I am made of earth, 

yet I am crazy.