like a big billboard
hanging on my window wall
so much of belief and assumption
come as phases
a whisper of perhaps and if
appear like a heavy thick cloud
she came along with thunder of bang
could you see how immense this ambivalence?
the floor is quivering and I know you could see the bed frame has tilted
as well as the broken foot of my study table
the vacancy of my California king bed from your side,
I can't remember when was the last time I felt warm
I just know that tonight, I might sleep with a huge storm
and all of my furniture is going to sweep by floods
"your love is a hoax"
your words rewind like a broken tape
it stuck and struck with all my fears
I still feel your slow strokes
like how you painted my whole ceiling
in purple and bruise
manipulated and destructive
I'm awake from this ache
sometimes I sleep in snooze
someday I just want to sink this feeling
my baby
my house is wrecked
I have nothing left
besides stranded and bare naked
my baby...
,u12
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