Summary: it is a poem about a girl who is so desperate. She really loves a man but he does not really love her because of his past and that girl cannot be him.
Threaten: A Poem
She is infront of a ware.
She start combing her hair.
She sit on a black chair.
With a man who wanna go somewhere.
Thinking of him made her sad.
“Why he do this to me?”, she said.
Wanted someone to be his mirror.
“If you can’t, just close the door”.
Do you really love me darling?
Your eyes is scrolling.
I can’t be you, baby.
Please change your mind and love me.
And he say it aloud to me:
I don’t love you, honey.
You can’t be me and you’ll never be.
I can’ forget my past, sweety.
Only her who can be me.
She is good like the songs of ACDC.
She is my first love, not a stranger.
I can’t forget her.
Can I cry or kill my self after I hear that?
Can I just sit here and try to forget our memories?
Can I just forget about anything you said?
Or I just go to sleep and have a bad dream about you?
You’re like a 10 years old but you’re 20.
There’s no other like you in this planet.
Even the twins are not same.
So, what do you expect from me?
I’m trying to leave him and give me a rest.
But he don’t want to see me with someone else.
Why he do this to me, to be honest?
Like dove in prison, no it is nest.
I always know the end of this story.
In the end, I will always crawling back to you.
No matter what you say or do to me.
I just want to be your girl.
My mom told me that I’m just little girl.
I don’t understand about love either.
I’m not ready to face this problem.
When a man equal dog.
I was sat in my room when my mom start screaming.
“Baby, come here watch a news with me. It will give you an advice to face your problem”,she said.
I sit and start wondering about my mom’s word.
And I saw a young girl kill her boyfriend because he hurt her so much.
So I got a point why my mom wanted me to watch the news.
With a big smile my brain dancing and my lips start whistling.
Oh mom I love you so much, you change me, you change my life.
I let Lucifer take my soul, let him control me.
In the dark he ask me to do something.
“Please make a poet and write your pathetic story”.
So I write this poet.
Thanks to my mom and this is for you, my lovely boyfriend.
Honey, let it flow.
Nobody won’t know.
You’ll die tomorrow.
Hey, he will be okay.
He don’t love you anyway.
You’re not his type.
Let’s count from one to five.
In this pain I will show you.
That love can change you.
That love can kill you.
That love can hurt you.
So good bye my love.
Now I’m wearing a glove.
From head to toe the bullets dance.
Your blood taste is so sweet like France.
Thank you Nurina who support me to write this weird poem. Tommy who gaves me an inspiration. BFLA and Edelweiss who give me a things to thinks everynight And Armelia who “adulated” my poem hehehe. Thank you!