I came to see you today. It had been a year or so when I last saw that almond-shaped eyes that used to smile uncaringly whenever it meets mine. “How have you been?” “I just want you to know that I still – “ “Can we just get straight to the point and get overContinue reading “In between my maybes”
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Sober Or Sane
There’s this bitter lump in my throat. Like a bile that I won’t be able to swallow, I felt its constriction. — Too poignant for my taste, I could feel myself throwing up. I opened my eyes and reveled that memory of you. I felt nostalgic. Certainly I miss you but sadly, I should notContinue reading “Sober Or Sane”
Never enough
If I was, you shouldn’t have left. You shouldn’t have made promises that meant nothing but its emptiness. It was not easy to look over what has been cause every time I get flashes of what you’ve done, I always go back to counting the times where I doubted my capacity to love. Was IContinue reading “Never enough”
M y I C A R U S
You are and you will always be. You broke my rules and redefined my principles. For the first time, I felt allowed. Free. Wanted. I used to be that kid who needs to earn whatever I desired. There was no easy way because most things have its price and that every approval seems a hardContinue reading “M y I C A R U S”
тнє мєѕѕαgє ι ѕнσυℓ∂ нανє ѕєит (VI/XXV/XVII)
I never really pay attention to my birthday since eight. I even got it worst on my 22nd year – such a painful surprise for me. Had my heart broken everyday of that time. Last year, I wanted to make it up so I tried to look happy and fancy my enjoyment. Spur of thatContinue reading “тнє мєѕѕαgє ι ѕнσυℓ∂ нανє ѕєит (VI/XXV/XVII)”
A letter too late
I MISS YOU. Too bad. A tear fell from the left of my eye. Every night, I reminisce our small talks. The sound of your laughter, The swell of your incandescent smile, Such a reluctant look on those eyes. I am smiling through sigh. I know, I shouldn’t bother myself anymore. We lost our touch.Continue reading “A letter too late”
Some things, just don’t have proper endings.
I could miss you tonight. Tomorrow. Everyday and for the rest of my life. Probability wise, I could lengthen it as much as so on. But I cannot miss you today and hope for another the next. That’s just not fair. I don’t owe myself an explanation for your loss. I cannot always take itContinue reading “Some things, just don’t have proper endings.”
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