Kamis, 29 Mei 2014

SNMPTN: Red



Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all

Begitu nyata. Namun juga begitu maya. Bak segumpal awan di langit sana. Berarak dengan gerakan dansa. Tak dapat kugapai. Terlalu jauh lagi cepat. Keindahan yang semu, hanya sampai angin menggandengnya pergi.


Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red

Bagaimana mengatakannya? Sesak dada diminta rela. Buruk cuaca di kepala. Entahlah. Meski lara, gelora itu tetap ada. Untuknya.




Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong

Bagaimanapun kerasnya, jahatnya, sok jual mahalnya, aku tetap. Tak bisa lupa. Tak seperti papan tulis yang coretan di atasnya bisa terhapus bersih. Coretan di hati berbalik 180°. Bahkan ketika kau lupa, bekas coretan itu tetap ada. Di hatiku, misalnya.


Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red

Terbakar. Mewujud arang. Bukan abu. Arang yang kala angin bertiup akan mencipta kembali api. Seperti membangkitkan kenangan sang pesakitan. Tak pernah benar-benar mati. Hanya siklus retak dan patah tanpa henti. Tapi...


Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes
Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go
But moving on from him is impossible
When I still see it all in my head
In burning red
Burning, it was red

...cinta ini membuatku tetap hidup. Bertahan. Meski tak lain dari senyum getir yang bertandang. Meski tiap kuusir pergi perihnya barang semili tak berniat hengkang. Justru menyuntik imun-imunku agarkebal. Cinta tak ingin aku menyerah. Maka baiklah, aku kalah, aku tak akan menyerah :)



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