wednesday morning

i sit in front of the table...
drinking honey with warm water..
but suddenly i felt something wrong..
YOU!!
yes..
you're the one who makes me feel like i did kill 100 people..
you loves me..
but stab me on the back...
should i called you a friend..
should i??
please...
dont make me feel bad...
you cheated on me...
but i still pretend like there is nothing happen..
but for god sake...
it hurt me watching you keep doin it over n over again..
please be a beautiful flower...
so that i can see the sun arise beautifully...........
thanks..

p/s: my first poetry in English.

10.44 am..