Strong

How am I tired pasting smiles on my face.
Breathless.
and weak.

Maybe I didn't feel the emptiness yet.
To look out at the window as he walks pass.
but he always here.
so close like we never broke. 

Albeit, it's usual for some of our days
we think we fucked up for the lost
and we shaken.


Thus, I forced myself to laugh and smile.
laugh.smile.laugh.smile.
or not he run.
or worst, my life will ruin.

Now there are only two choices of strong;
whether both of us stay strong
or you let me alone to be strong.

"If every of my fake smiles been paid for 50 cents each, I am so fucking rich right now,"