Out of the lines I wrote in every poetry I made, there lies the word you. You as the topic and you as the protagonist. You once as happiness but now as sadness. You as the sun but now as a moon in the dark nights. You as glittering stars across the universe but now fading stardust in my very eyes. Along with the stars you shine, and along with the shadows you hide. You are the rain I watch amidst the day, and you are the rainbow that slowly fade when the rain stop pouring its tears. You are still hiding along the ink of my pen, and my hands can’t deny as I wrote your very name in a piece of paper. You are the pain behind those heartbreaks, those failures and struggles. You are still stuck in my heart and no one can replace you there even if I’m drowning with my own emotions. My mind is still your home and you eventually live there no matter how I tried to shut its door in line with you. You are the reason why I still write and you’ll be still my favorite subject in every story I made. Because once in my life it was only you who taught me how to love how to write. And once in life it was only you who once brought happiness in a short period of time. You, it was you and forever be you behind every lines of my poetry.