You

You were always so sweet, and you were always so kind to me
You were always so attentive, and you were always so cheerful

and when that thing happened, I was there for you, being your "shoulder to cry on"

had I known this would break my heart, I would have never asked you what was going on
had I known this would depress me, I would have never meddled in your business

but I did not know, I thought I was only getting closer to you

closer, and closer, and you knew.

you knew I had fallen I love with you
but you kept it a secret, feeling that it would ruin our friendship

had I known being your "shoulder to cry on" would result in this, I would have never gotten close to you

and when I confronted you, your words broke my heart
like you drove a knife into the centre of my heart.


you acted like it was fine for you
and you walked away, not confronting what was in front of you

a mangled piece of soul that was incomplete, a soul that was on the verge of breaking

a soul that had lost the will to live and function

a soul that had lost its heart, a soul that will lose its sanity


But as a friend has said, sadness has to be confronted
sadness will not prevail, sadness will not take my mind
sadness will not take my soul, sadness will not make me insane


Alas, but sadness has taken something away from me.

You.

Arya Radjendra Rachmansyah
Saturday, November 21 2009.