Bobby Yusuf, a poet

the 1st single of "call you just to meet me" anthology on Sep 2026

by Bobby Yusuf

Gotta keep it secret, Secret is my kind of score. Secret is the perfect line of a song, And they'll enjoy it, but only I understand it.

My friends know what to call me. After all these tracks, I look like a poet. They said they can't sleep before knowing What I'll bring to the dinner this time.

And I've never been so vulnerable. It feels like I talk to myself, Just like you in the mirror of your closet On a lonely night, yeah, you told me.

And I know that I was a loser, But here I go, Faster than asking permission to kiss. In a war, I'll be ruthless, running straight In front of everyone else. I'll ignore commands. This intuition is my new leader. And if it's granting me nothing, It already feels like everything happened, Even when I'm just lying down.

And here you go, The loser of all time is kneeling in front of you. Tell him things, and he'll be reckless. I'm just dancing with a pair of weak knees And falling in love with a weak heart. You'll be the only witness. You'll let me know if I'm still worth being called Like that. But right now, you can call me by my name.

I go to the south side of Yogyakarta, Wearing your clothes. Never bitching out. I think I could never, ever be without you.

I fall asleep so fast. You're standing by your bedroom, Just waiting for me to "wake Bobby up." My companion is warm enough for your cold air.

Leave this house alive like your mom is here. You unconsciously count the time we have, Just like you spend your time with your mom. But you know it's just me.

Then we go to the north side! You keep saying you can't imagine How in love you'd be if I were a woman. Googling Australia on your Kawasaki. We're the cheapest love in this no-man's town! Declare it silently in your bedroom, Louder in West Imogiri at midnight!

"Is in love" written on my heart. "Is in love" stuck in your throat. You've never been so vulnerable. I'm the mirror of your closet on a lonely night.

And I know that I was a loser, But here I go, Faster than asking permission to kiss. In a war, I'll be ruthless, running straight In front of anyone else. I'll ignore commands. This stage is my new leader. And if it's granting me nothing, It already feels like everything happened, Even when I'm just lying down.

And here you go, The loser of all time is kneeling in front of you. Tell him things, and he'll be reckless. I'm just dancing with a pair of weak knees And falling in love with a weak heart. You'll be the only witness. You'll let me know if I'm still worth being called Like that. But right now, you can call me by my name And make a modern love work for once.

I always fall asleep first, but you Stand by the door, Waiting for me to "wake Bobby up."

I always fall asleep first, but you… But you, but you, but you! The face that I see standing, staring, Paralyzed in the name of love. You're a man with a heart.

You're a guard that demands a guard. You're the animal whose life I saved, And vice versa. All this borrowed time.

You'll last longer than a fling could. You'll be ruthless, running straight. And you called me at the end Of all this fucking amazing, great burning.

The shade of blue I wear to represent this anthology visualizes the concept of the 'over-self.' At its heart, the grand theme of this collection explores the doubt that arose within the author's lover—a doubt that bled into the author himself, taking root and growing. It is a work defined by deep reflection, complex emotional dynamics, and raw reactions to choices made. That psychological weight is exactly what pushes this anthology beyond the boundaries of traditional classics.

The first poem/single from my new anthology, 'call you just to meet me', titled 'loser of all time', will be out on June 26th, 2026! It will tell the story of the secrecy and excitement in a newly created relationship.