Portulaca

The flowers grew from the same root.
It has different colour.
It’s similar.
Both born from the same womb
But,
Have many differences.

You and me.
We are hating,
We are loving.

Maybe i hate you
But,
Why i always getting sad.
Getting sad,
Whenever we arguing each other.

Maybe i love you
But,
Why i always dislike.
Dislike,
Every little things that you do.

Sorry,
I can’t say that word.
It’s hard to say that word.

I love you.
That word,
I wanna whisper it to you.
Hug you tightly.
Like i used to do in the past.

Like this portulaca.

I wanna grow up together with you,
With these differences,
i want us to complete each other.

With love from that root,
Let’s make them jealous.
Jealous of our beautification.
Our different beautification.

I wanna grow together,
Without arguing,
Without hating.

Just it.
I want us to love each other.
Just it.
Just end it.
I’m tired.

Say that you love me,
And i will say
I love you too.
Then we become,
The most beautiful flowers with these differences.