I got awoken by the fragrance of your smell

On nights where life is not going so well

Let faith be scattered around the fireplace

Because you stole my breaths with effortless grace

What's keeping the knife and my chest to rendezvous?

I believe it was a strand of hair that I plucked from you

And it was your hands, gently holding the ropes

Suffocating not with darkness, but instead with hopes

Your gawky grin wouldst break my fall

From a bottomless hole, once and for all

And your self-absorbed mind would pulls me closer

Taking off the mask of a ridiculous poseur

"Is it okay to be a dreamer?" she wondered

But, to be desperately in need of a hand, I pondered

What would happen if two blackholes decide to collapse

A disaster, a catastrophic one, perhaps

the little gear of a lighter,

Andri Kurniawan