Love me

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They loves me because of the pink lipstick I put on my sad lips

They loves me because of the big circle lens I wear to hide my small confidence

They loves me because of the brand new Prada shoes on my ugly feet

They loves me because of the fur jacket lean on my bent shoulder

They loves me because of the smooth silky blonde dye I colored on my dull hair

They loves me because of the Tifanny and co’s diamond ring on my already broken marriage finger

They loves me because of the all Louis Vuitton luggage on my ex-husband’s car that I stole

They loves me because Im perfect, all around perfectness

They loves me.

I know they loves me.

They must loves me.

Friday

For the reasons unknown to me, I found those heart scattered on Friday

Someone must have dropped it, forgotten and rotten

When I pick it up, It glows, A faint reddish light. Suddenly I remember my own lonely heart, dusty and rusty. Cold without blood.

For the reasons unknown to me, I found that scattered heart fill me with curiousity

Whose the owner? A man or a woman? A business type or a free traveller? A hippie one or he’s just a heartbreak rocker?

I wrap it up, put it tight in my little bag, under my little purse. I hope no one see me. I hope no one knows this little thief.

For the reasons unknown to me, I found that scattered heart startin’ to melt into one

Into one body, and I know that it’s callin’ my own heart

“Join us. Join us. So this world will become heartless.”

My own heart resist. But then the magic do the job. When I woke up, I know Im just an empty shell.

My heart’s gone.

In a run with another scattered and broken heart. Far away from here.

From the memories when we say goodbye in Friday.  

Extinct Star

I lost my touch. Im old now. Im just a scumbag now.

Pretending Im pretty. Pretending Im cool.

Although this world consume me into a monster. Fake monster.

There’s no need to negotiate. The unpaid check in the table turns cold, as I ran my finger through my dusty branded purse. In the corner of this big city, no one knows me. Im just an old extinct star.

I remember old days,

When everyone calls out my name, paparazzi in my front porch, a dozen of maid busy making meat loaf, red nails and red racing car.

Now it’s all gone. Im not radiant anymore.

How does it sound, when people cried and suffered just to shake my hands? It sounds interesting now, but it used to sounds  pretty sickening to me.

I lost my life. Im old and only speaking old jokes. With only old money on my old purse.

Pretending Im fine. Pretending I have caviar and flank steak to dine,

When only already cold coffee sit in my table. Calling out my old extinct glory ..

Pink Clothes

What day is today?

Her skirt flap in the wind, her blonde hair tied in a big red bow, and I noticed,

She wore a pink shirt.

-          “Every valentines I will wear this pink shirt. And we can celebrate it together.

Just you and me.”

She puts a bouquet of white flower in front of me, then she’s startin’ her routine.  Wailing and crying,

Blaming and regretting.

-          “We can’t be together,”

Your hair looks fine. Your tears always shine.

-          “So Im startin’ over. I already have.”

She sits beside me,

Lean her head on me

And look at the skies above.

Your voice slowly reached me,

-          “How do you do? Up there?”