Root of Your Existence

I have to stop writing about you.

I’m a poet when I’m hurt.

Most of the times, when I cry, I write.

Most of the times, I cry because we had a fight

So basically, I write because you exist

No matter how I deny, it’s all you that makes my world go round

I have to stop writing how I miss the old you

I have to stop believing that someday change will come and everything will be fine

I have to stop believing that there could still be a chance

I have to stop waiting for the time when I’m going to write about how sweet and how real our love is

Deep inside I know it’s never gonna happen.

All I write about is the pain I feel when it’s hard for me to say goodbye

I write about how scared I get when I think of letting you go

I write about how sad my days are when I’m not doing well with you but it’s much better than being without you

I write because of unanswered questions

I write because we can’t even celebrate our anniversary together

I write because I was expecting that I'll get a surprise on my birthday but you actually forgot it's my day

I write because you haven’t even dared to attend my graduation day

I write because you don’t even know I cry

I write because your happiness is my sadness

I write because your laughter makes me realize that I need to pretend harder

I write because you don’t notice my sacrifice

I write because you can’t appreciate my efforts

I write because you don’t seem to care

I have to stop writing about you

I’ve been telling myself forever to stop

Too bad, until now, I still do

Every word, every phrase, it's all about you

Every pain I write to escape the real world away from you

Every feeling I pen down just because I can't directly tell it to you

Everything, baby.

Everything's about you