In English, we say: "You are my favorite person." But in poetry, we say: "You are the quiet in my chaos, the warmth in my cold, the name my heart whispers when no one is listening."
You.
I always think,
Should I give up on my favourite person?
Does my favourite person ever saw me like I saw him?
I don’t wanna give up but idk how to hold on anymore…🍃
Kau layan dia macam sampah. Dia hadap lagi, tahan lagi, sabar lagi. Mungkin sayang tu ada lagi. Kau tunggu once dia dah tawar hati. Kau pulak yang akan jadi sampah. Kau tunggu eh.