You loved me.
I didn't.
I love you.
You don't.
We keep on missing each other. Can we meet somewhere in the middle someday?
As I walk, it feels heavy
I know this won't make me happy
So, though I want to continue the show
I turned my back without letting them know
Maybe I'll put an end to this tonight
And accept that I lost this fight
For I can't go and pretend anymore
I can't continue banging on these doors
The fog is covering my mind
The exit is something I cannot find
So I will simply make my own
When I leave this world at dawn.
I write not because it make things better. I write because it's the only thing I know. And I know it's dumb. Words are very unreliable, yet it's the only thing I could hold on to. It's my rope. I know people tend to break them every time, but I don't care. I'll still hold on to it like its my last piece of thread. And maybe that's the reason behind my brokenness. Because I try to latched on the thing that people barely keep. But I can't help it. Words, writing them down, it doesn't always make everything clearer, but for me, it's the only thing that makes sense. The only constant in my life that I could turn to no matter what. And there's no word for everything. There are feelings and experiences that I cannot fathom into phrases or sentences. But somehow, when everything is fading too fast, and I'm alone and lost and confused, these breakable, limited words became enough for me. Not enough to be fine and happy, but enough to survive. And I hope it'll be enough for another day, because I honestly don't know what to do if it isn't.
If I’ll ever meet you again someday
I wouldn’t know what to say
Should I smile or cry
Do I need to say hey or goodbye?
I’m wondering how would you react
Would you walk away or come back?
Would you see the misery your absence brought to me?
Or would you act as nonchalant as you can be?
I don’t even know if I’m over it or not
If there’s no more feelings or there’s are a lot
What I know for certain is this pain
And fear that I might forever wait in vain
There’s too many questions, too many regrets
If you’re not meant to be mine, why can’t I forget?
I’m trying to catch up, but you’re too fast
If we meet again, this insanity might stop at last.
One eye blind, one bright and clear
Both swimming with doubts, both filled with fear
One hand with gun, one gripping yours
Both bloody and bruised, both aching with force
Your lips on my ears, whispering the same words again and again
Telling me you're sorry, to pick up the pen
But the one's not holding mine, clutches a sword
And blood flows through my mouth instead of words.
My cousin made me bookmarks with quotes from my favorite characters and people. 📖🔖📚💙
Untie your hands, love, use your feet
Let go of my waist, dance to your own beat
It will be clear, if only you'd wipe away your tears
For your happiness, I'd go and face my fears
The wind in my sails, we're at your stop
Promise me I'll at least be in your map.
I wonder if I flit through your mind
If there are times you still try to find
Me, in those songs, those places
If in your life, I left some spaces
For you part me with a void, an aching in my soul
The face I look for in the crowd, the name I try to howl
Or maybe you don't even remember
The girl you've given a hasty farewell that chilly December.