it's lying
if I say I don't miss you
it's lying too
if you don't miss me
however
every time we meet words
always struggling in your fear
is it wrong for me to love you
is it wrong you love me
round and round
and spinning
struggling in our uncertainty
in reality
which leads to drought
aridity of two hearts longing for rest
boredom wrenches hope
anxiety ripens taste
must it be
love only stops with words
said dear just love poetry
without meaning
without reality
do it need to
we regret what happened
when passion breaks fretting
when desire carries instincts
I slumped
in mortal vulnerable
hunger for thirst
wriggle in alienation
despised
then
sprawled
in the torment of romance
I'm dying without meaning
***
Solo, Tue, 10th December 2019. 6:33 pm
'with love and peace'
Suko Waspodo
antologi puisi suko
painting by Pawel Kuczynski
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