we were waiting on the same line

and then we were staring at each other

but then we both turned away

and so on like that

making our souls flattering

we walked side by side

but we didn't even spare a single smile

we didn't even look at each other

only our footsteps that can be heared

later we heard people in our back talking

something about, "a delayed".

we both have no idea what it is

but we sure it's something that upset us

he even run away

leaving me

but did he?

actually it hurts me too

i don't know why but it hurts to see the difference of us

but when in the quiet place we met

we smile at each other

we even did small talk

laughing until our stomach hurts

because in the quiet place

there's no people

especially the one who talk about 'a delayed."

myself burn

when i see you

smiling and talking

with another girl

and then i thought,"did you actually do the same thing like me?"

after a long thought

i realized that after all this time i'm not that sure what you act towards me

is it because you and i are do the same

or is it because a delayed that people are talking about?

and i realized "a delayed" that people are talking means

it is the people itself

that makes the space for us

that makes the change of us

that makes us got delayed

is it because i think about you all the time and you start getting sick of me?

is it because i fangirl over you because you're there?

is it because my appearance bad enough for your type?

is it because my acts towards you that makes you uncomfortable?

and...

is it because i love you that you hate me?

and that's the thing that makes you start to walk away and torn me into pieces? because you feel fed up with me?

i'm sorry for making you uncomfortable...

i just meant to make me happy, at least you respect me it's all that enough. but i guess, i'm just too selfish just thingking about me but not thingking about you.

now i realized what i've done either what you've done.

this is all useless,

this is all wasting time,

and..

i'm sorry for messing it up from the first time and making myself wrecked by myself past you.

sounds kind of confusing, but that's the way it is.

and so i choose to learn to pick myself up, and walking away from your presence so you can do whatever you want to do with me.

because i'm not gonna give a single care at all.

because how come i care with something else while myself are the one who really need to be care with?

now you can be happy,

because you didn't have to hate me again because you feel abhorrent with me

you didn't have to broke me into pieces anymore.

yet i don't care either if you still do, because maybe you think it's your pleasure thing to do.

but i'm not gonna broken anyway,

i'm not gonna disturbing you anymore,

because like i said i'm not gonna give a single care about you.

i gone. you free.