A Stranger Without A Name - classic SXX

About falling and feeling pain all through.

I have mastered it all.

Especially when I have never see your wedding invitation myself.

If I’m not there, how can the celebration of love feel complete?

I’m just a stranger, unnamed and forgotten.

It’s been ages since I’ve heard the heartbreak song,

But meeting you in the heart of Denpasar city.

God, it made me long to break again.

How pathetic I must seem.

“The Other Woman” yet foolishly feeling like the first.

What if I became cruel?

What if they called me a liar?

What if cruelty truly resides in me?

What if it’s true that I am a liar?

Under the fullmoon’s gaze,

Amid the overpriced aroma of shitty coffee shop that stains.

I found you.

The one who sang endless praise to me every night.

To me,someone who loves her lipstick any color but red,

Tempting because I am a woman of misfortune.

And yet, the whispers sharp and unkind follow you.

Demons turn their faces away,

Their steps quick as they pass me,

Their heads low, refusing me their blessing.

And I hear it: their murmurs.

The moon and its demons join hands,

Offering me a pact I dare not make.

Your hand resting on my thight, it feels like a weight,

A threat I cannot bear but won’t let go of.

But still,

I believe.

I believe in you.

From you, I’ve given my energy. half of what remains.

Every part of me is exhausted from storing your smile.

I can’t bear to look at you anymore; daydreaming is all I can do.

Don’t ask me why.

I want so desperately to kiss your lips.

To take back the priceless energy I’ve spent,

So I can carry it home as a keepsake.

I’m sorry if I call you "love."

Sorry if I hug you suddenly.

I’m just exhauted

Tired of holding my own sadness and pain.

Sorry,

Because I’ve started to miss the sadness you bring into me.

I play heartbreak songs on repeat.

My tasks were beyond reading poems that tells the sorrow.

I must also learn to find joy.

But your task is to become a better husband.

Though it seems impossible,

Not when you keep lying.

I hope meeting me makes you happy.

Because this is real. I am real.

And after this, we will lose our hearts and voices.

And never speak again.

Touch me if you dare. Hold me if you wish.

Pray that I remain patient, always.

Because you may promise to protect me—

Even from afar. Even though I’m not yours.