Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
Someday,
when I’m back on my feet again
I’ll remember all you said
and how much you’d been a pain
I’ll remember what you put me through
How do we get to be this estranged?
We’re all the same
treating each other differently
instead of trying to understand
without too much judgment
You may associate white
with beauty or purity
All I see is what looks empty
like a page or a canvass
for a writer or a painter
I must do what’s right
kicking you out
out of my sight
You were never mine
I was stupid and blind
but now I’m fine
Don’ get me wrong
I let you do as you blab on
exposing more of you
You don’t know me,
but that’s okay
You say it's just a talk,
like normal people making a conversation
It's part of being social,
despite the annual scrutiny and judgment
"Hello, there
Tell you what?
They’ll suggest that accept
that this has never been a perfect world.
One way or another,
we’re all bound to hurt,
so just deal with it.
No signs of warning.
Everything was fine.
A face smiling,
sincere and kind.
A picture-perfect romance,
“I heard rage in your sleep,”
The Mighty Queen said.
“My child, what has gone so deep,
stealing the peacefulness in your dreams?”
“I forgot,”
Why are you still fighting?
I thought my visit would keep you calm.
I thought you’d be hanging around,
with me for this whole month,
from dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
saying prayers to Him.
Battle of the sexes:
That woman scares you.
She has more opinions than you do.
How do I stop caring for you,
after those years of closeness?
How do you go from warm to cold?
Are those elements of indifference you now hold?
How did you do that?