Untitled Poem #2

like every single slices of my body fall apart

and it just, like that

just like the leaf

that easily plucked

without considering anything

too much assumption

too much statement ensured

too stupid to be true

too stupid to be real

and it just, happen

with strangers

that is unknown, before

too stupid to regret

too late to wake me up

the untold story

let's called it mystery

that you and i even do not know

or may be, know

that it is just it

that stupid easily plucked

the late moment to realise

that you are as easy as that
to be cheated

with statements

with assumption

too stupid to be true