I wish I could love you
This is the part of the story where the boy would cry. Little did he know, he is now grown up.
All the nightmares.
All the desires.
Even the bad weather.
Nothing could affect him much deeper.
No one taught him how should he feel.
He thought he feel nothing, but that’s all he feels.
Nothing but sorrow.
Nothing breaks like a heart.
It was 6 years ago when it all happened.
He thought he could walk away, left behind all the drama at a place called home.
But then the things get worse.
There was no peace but violence.
Countless of beer cans in the plastic bag.
Shattered hearts and glasses all over the ground.
The boy remembers vividly how scary it was, to have a man walked in the middle of the night.
The man was drunk.
He talked non-sense.
He threatened to kill himself.
I wish I could talk to you about me.
Love you like a boy loves his dad.
Treat you like the man who owe me his life.
But you aren’t sane anymore.
You are acting like someone else, someone I never knew.
I wish you could tell me why.
Who took you away?
This is the day when the rain doesn’t stop, my heart fills with sorrow.
Changed the vibe of my playlist.
Nothing excites me anymore.
Do you take me away, along with you?