Note: The penulis of this poem decided to stay anonymous for various reasons. I needed to post his poem, though. He gave me permission. I think that it's great.
Thank you.


Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorit scenes

I sat on my tempat tidur on a cold night. He's in the same house as I.

Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen

I remembered when we used to play as little kids

And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living

We're older now. I need to get over the fact that anda hate me now...

Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in oleh all these mountains

I do see you, but it's not the same...

Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold anda close and tight

I cinta you. Why can't anda notice? I'm right in front of you. I'm making a big fool of myself, but I'm crying. No one seems to be noticing that.

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...

anda can build me up and break me down. You're a huge part of my life...

But would anything matter if you're already dead?
And well should I be shocked now oleh the last thing anda said?

anda belong with me! anda might not be able to tanggal me because of your sexual orientation. I don't care.

Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?

I feel alone without you...you're my life. I cinta you. I want anda to come and cinta me.

And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
And would anything matter if you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked oleh the last thing anda said?

Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying anda loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,

I feel like I'm slowly dying on the inside without you...

And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
And our memories defeat us,
And I'll end this direst.

I might be with her, but I don't cinta her. I cinta you.

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now oleh the last thing anda said?

I might be repeating the same thing over and over, but I mean it whole-heartedly.

Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying anda loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,

Point: I cinta anda and everything about you. anda are great, handsome, and intelegent. anda won't notice me as anything but a friend. I'm better than that other girl of yours. It's stupid for me to be competing with a girl for romance, I know. I also hate the fact that I'm nothing to you.

But does anyone notice...

I'm not emo...

...there's a corpse in this bed?

I JUST cinta YOU.