Not Your Immortal
Every individual has a certain trait they look for in a partner. That particular trait is the fuel to keep you going on the road of desire. Of course, driving on that road, sweet words and spur-of-the-moment vows are truly inevitable. We can’t deny that. But what happens if this “trait” you so-love suddenly changes, or even worse, disappear? I am the type of guy who doesn’t talk often. But not talking much doesn’t mean that I’m powerless. When the situation ask for it, I stand up and strong enough to fight back. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m the one who never goes down so easily. I didn’t need to tell you this though, because you clearly knew that about me. I believe that it is that trait I possess that caught your attention. Eventually, destiny drew us closer and closer until we fell in love. It was the best thing ever, having the perfect girl to love you back. Suddenly everything was magic. It felt like a dream that resembled a utopia. I was like a kid who was promised my favorite gift and finally got to open its wrappers after a long wait. Our relationship had its ups and downs. Yes we had our own shares of dispute, but you should acknowledge our moments of gold as well. “Everything is okay, for as long as we love each other.” At least that’s what I thought.. and never have I been more wrong. Ignorance became your habit and in a snap, I became a nuisance to you. You used to defy your father you loved so much for me and now you can deny me in front of an acquaintance. It took me a while to recover. I had a taste of hell when I imagine the things we could’ve done and where we could’ve been today. All I can ever think about is regret.It was hard not seeing you and believe me, I didn’t even know I was capable of moving on. And then there you go again, marching inside my feelings as if you were still invited. Well let me tell you something. I’m not as immortal as you think I am. Just because I’m not showing a sign of vulnerability, doesn’t mean I’m not affected by the words you speak. Words may be like a paper that can be easily crumpled up and thrown away. And you may think that your words are papers I can simply tear apart if I don’t want to hear them. But dear, you should always remember that even a single sheet can cut and inflict pain too. And as it turns out, that sweet tongue of yours is much sharper than a steel knife. I’m not immortal like how you want me to be. You can’t just point to every handsome guy we come across and laugh your flirtatious laugh.You can’t tell me stories of your lustful fantasies, may it be possible or not.And most of all, you can’t ask me what I think about the guy you are dating with.I’m tired of being your little puppy. I mean seriously, you can’t just play with me anytime you want and then return me inside a cage whenever you’re done. After all those plans and promises, you can’t.. that’s just plain rude. I’m not your immortal and I cry easily. You might not be able to see my tears physically, but the more my heart throbs from the pain, the more my mind wishes for an end as regrets fill my brain. So don’t think that I’m still that tough guy you used to know. Because when it comes to you, I just can’t play-pretend that I’m still immortal.