Call Me A Liar Poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani

This is the true story
Of a liar called-me (so you said)
It is not an exceptional case or a decent excuse
I don't need to apologize or beg for penitence
As I only lied to myself
You cannot claim I'd wasted your trust
We stand in our own fortress, nobody plead guilty
I ain't promise you'll survive this much
I drag you all the way from the past
It was a fun journey, a thrilling-exercise for the heart
Stolen happines on day to day moment
I seize the hurt and pain, the joy and ecstacy
No shield, no allowance, like mortal do
We were there, you might have encrypted the proof
To ensure none of us hallucinate, it happened
As you said, all that left is words - the living rewards
I couldn't kiss you because I hate physical limitation but
I give you freedom to celebrate the hatred for my inability-
To conceived the thought of having all for real
You might get sick to find sarcasm in my ignorance
If I had a chance to picture myself over my agitation
I would striped the shadow over your assumption
I'm done with all the effort to counter your dissatisfaction
Let you put it high and shove it back to your dream
Only when you done, you will see clearly
All the while, the one who need to gain the self back
Is me ~ the liar. Not you... No... Not you