10:00 pm strikes:

i never knew how to act: i never really knew how to be a character on stage.

however, i acted one scene: that i moved on.

truth is, i never really knew how to do that.

i mean, i can act all glad and be shocked,

when someone asks about him,

but, for every minute past 10:00

i can't help but think if i still miss you.

11:00 pm, maybe we both are wide awake,

you playing games, and me writing this poem.

all these nights, i've thought of you for so long,

but for once, have you ever thought of even my name?

the clock strikes midnight: 12:00 am on the dot.

normally, i'd sleep by then, but my mind replays it:

the limerence, the times where i'd dedicate my art

and maybe, i just thought, that you'll see it too.

1:00 am, you never needed to act; you never even cared at all.

you were masquerading with your friends,

while i needed to sedate and drink myself to death

just to get the thought of you away.

it's like salt on a wound:

your friends laughing because of me

i'm being miserable all for nothing,

spending my sleepless nights,

all for a boy who doesn't like me at all.

2:00 am, and i know nobody saw the vision of a poet.

but the church bells will not start singing,

for us, a frankenstein of a mess.

i wish i can just drink away the thought of you,

though you can't just go away.

tick tock, 3:00 am, and i wonder if you'll know me

after one, ten, or fifty years

someone'll ask you if you know me,

and i'll bet my lifetime

that you'll barely know me.

but if someone asks me if i know you,

i won't save my face; i'll just tell

that you were a couple lives ago,

in a small city no one knows

that was unreachable; fleeting,

but won't ever go away from my memory.

4:00 am, i wish in the future, i'll bury you in my mind

but for now, my ink will ever flow

i'll just pretend that nothing happened

and voila—suddenly—i'm an actor now.

i'll be playing my character, of a lost bride,

who will never be indebted,

because she never owned anything.

5:00 am, before the sun rises,

before i've completely buried your memory,

in a facebook post, i'll probably see your girlfriend

i won't say much, probably say my best regards,

but just know, i will drink the ink i've spent on you

and when i'm manic and drunk, i'll let you go

and the façade will go away, and i'll be free of you.

finally, i won't be an actor, whose character is someone who's moved on from you.

The Frontman