those guys flirting with every girls
those guys giving lots of emoji instead of “hmmm”
those guys spreading smiles to every girls
but it’s not you
those guys texting like every minutes
those guys asking out every saturday nights
those guys responding every girls who flirt with them
but it’s not you
those guys trying to make impressions
those guys giving hopes everywhere
those guys whom i can read easily
but it’s not you
and it’s not you
who sits and smiles looking the time i cut my hair
who covers my eyes in watching horror movies
who annoyingly laughs on my desperate humor
and it’s not you
who takes a shots of my ugly candid pics
who tells me every weird and twisted dreams you had
who looks down the citylights on the rooftop
saying that he’s lucky, having me.
and yes! it’s not you!
who tells funny jokes in a groom-dressed
as me being the happiest bride
who makes our kids listen your old-fave songs
whom i look into when our kids tell they fall in love with their classmates
who teaches them eating sushi with a chopsticks
who fights with at 3am in the morning
and makes it up in the following 5 minutes
with that six strings thing,
an instrument you are good at.
but it’s not you.
For a God sake it’s not you.
it will never be you.
