The Final Detail

It's just another night,

and I'm staring at the moon.

It's not about time,

you and I,

we were not cancer patients,

no oxygen tank,

no prosthetic,

but yes,

we choose to hate, 

because you see,

I got plenty of time to waste,

you got plenty of time to save.

Nobody deserves everything. 

By the moment I open up my heart for you, 

I knew it.

But hey, you screwed me anyway, 

it's never before.

Finally I realized how cruel love can be.

I heard that love can make you a better person.

But hey, the only thing I learn from you is hate,

instead of how to love.

What else can I expect from loving you?

My heart called you a bastard,

always,

when I thought of you.

It's called hypnotized.

I hate myself for this,

but i got no choice,

to get rid of my everyday nightmare,

even though i laugh so hard at the day,

with friends and family.

You used to be there everytime i cry,

although you don't even know why.

But it's a 'once upon a time fairy tale' .

You think that your pretty words can heal all my pains.

By simply saying: I hope you would be happy,

take care of yourself,

fight for yourself,

I'm not going to disturb you anyway,

please live better than me.

Is that heals?

Is that matters?

Is that what you called advice?

I asked about your promises,

you told me, things change fast,

it's out of your control.

The moment when you said all these,

I wish I die of cancer,

which is totally out of my control.

Oh God,

just tell me I have picked a wrong one.

Just tell me that.

By then I will cut myself,

with no doubt.

It's not the fault in our stars,

it's the fault of, me.

I'm glad that I met you, okay?

Okay.

But I have lost the ability to love anyone,

or anyone else.

And so I hate,

I hate you.

I'm sorry.