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You will never truly read this. Perhaps your eyes will glide over these words, but they will not pierce you. They will not touch the soft, hollow place where a heart should be. You were always like that—gliding instead of arriving, touching instead of staying, looking instead of seeing. I write this from the black pit where you left…

i have long learned to write poems with my mouth, on thighs parted like unread pages of a book i could never finish. i have kissed countless necks, salt and strange, memorized sighs that evaporated before the morning. my nights are crowded with backs i have ridden like wild horses through the dark, hands roaming over skin like a s…

I fell in love again—softly, suddenly. Not with a stranger, but with  you . You didn’t knock. You slipped in between the sheets, between a breath and a bruise. You weren’t my first, but you felt like the first time I allowed someone to press their name into my marrow. A second love, tender and reckless. A ship I tried to build with …

kakiku menyusuri trotoar yang tak kukenal tapi rasa kecewa ini terasa akrab— seperti luka lama  yang tahu persis kapan harus membuka diri dan berdenyut lagi. kulihat lagi fotomu, dengan senyum yang kauberikan pada dunia, bukan padaku. kau bilang butuh jeda, padahal kau sedang berlayar menuju pelukan yang tak menyisakan ruang untukku…