“MY OWN WORST ENEMY”

I’d rather not talk about you,
no matter how wonderful you are.
I’m dying to escape these blues
and pick up the pieces of my heart.

Then why the hell am I still here?
I thought I’d completely moved on.
I’ve made myself clear:
this pathetic obsession should be long gone.

But that face in the mirror is laughing at me;
her evil eyes glowering with twisted glee
as she says:

"My dear, quit pretending.
You know you can’t win.
You’re already too much in love with him!"

R.

(Jakarta, 15/9/2013 – 3:30 pm)