for one who's lost
I give you my words
I've been there before

29.7.13

the day all of my spoken words don't matter


"If I keep on losing those who I care the most,
I better start digging graves by myself"


I said those words this noon...

cause I believed in my long life
I'll be the one who is left behind








  What can you say 
           to those who died while being coddled in your arms.... ?

   
  What's the last words you'll give
           to those who died while listening to your heartbeat....  ?


          I wasn't prepared








     I remember                   to those three deaths

                                      in the past three months




                  my mom whispered


"it's okay... you can go if you want to....

if you don't like it here... you can go if you want to..."






and the meows              .
suddenly got slower             .


and the tails stop wagging                .
















   




   our first cat's death.... I remember he was smiling

                                    his whole body was paralyzed
                                                                                     but he used up his whole last strength

                                              just to smile, and wags tail






  our second cat's death... I remember he was crying

                                    I held him tight, around my arms, under my shirt.
                                                                                     close to my heart

                                                                                      and he literally gives a shit

                                            then he died






  our third cat's death... I remember me sleeping with her crawling into my arms

                                       she died in the most painful way

                                            I looked at her body, and wished that she was just falling asleep
                                            like she did in my arms that time

                                            I know she was just a cat
                                            a stray cat that my mom took for shelter

                                            I know she was just a cat
                                            a creature that comes only when we serve its dinner

                                            I know she was just a cat
                                            a creature that crawls in my arms when I asleep
                                            just to seek warmth, with no strings attached

                   
















                        


the fact that she may not love me back                .

I don't give a damn                           .





my eyes grew wet                                        .
when I picked her up                       .
ans she weren't moving             .





I swallowed my tears           .
just trying to be tough                   .




every time my shovel hits the dirt                                       .

I dropped a tear                             .

I'm trying so hard                .


so that my sisters don't find me crying                      .

"I'm not that pathetic", I said in my mind        .
"I'm not like them"                                      .



I put her in the ground           .
and I closed it             .



I left the scene first             .



















my ideal death
is that no one is crying for me

my ideal death
is that everyone is happy, to see me moving on




I don't want my sisters, or anyone that's easy to cry, cry on my funeral

I've got to OUTLIVED them
that's what I have in mind









but not this time



today I lost a friend
that stops crying when I hug her

today I lost a friend
that sleeps faster when I'm there

today I lost a friend
that plays around you when you're praying

































usually I hate those who cries
it reminds me of how much of an ass I used to be





but now....

the thing I want to say to the world







"it's okay... you can cry if you want to...
if you feel like it.... you can cry if you want to..."









  I'd rather them calling me weak, calling me names,

          but I lost a friend I care the most
          perhaps my only one.... who speaks only the truth

                 she was there for me all the time
                 and I think that was more than enough for just a mere animal

                      If I choose to believe that animals can show love
                      I'll say, in my live
                                                she's the only one who had loved me














              I lost a friend today... and I had broken my vow of not to cry
                                               and I don't see it wrong,





                                                                                    I'm glad I cried