This was supposed to be a speech, a speech about a person that can't exist in both worlds.
Speech about someone whom I care and love the most.
A speech but paradoxically ended up to be a poem.
A poem about how you usually smiled, a smile I've seen that didn't last for long.
We shared a dream about the future we wanted to have, a dream of a place filled with wonderful and joyful memories we can never have.
A place without pain, place filled with your favorite colors.
You are a person with a shallow humor, you always laugh; we laughed without content.
You were the greatest thing I could've ever had, knowing I couldn't have you even if I begged for you to stay.
Begged, for I couldn't get enough of that beautiful smile of yours.
You love too much, you hoped for love that you could never have.
A love "I can handle" you said, an affection that deliberately destroyed you in the end.
You hoped too much, over did things yet not in its supposed time.
You give without exception till there's nothing left to give.
But as the famous quote "Regret is always at the end" echoed through out the ceiling, you broke your heart into million pieces and shed your tears of contempt.
Cried your heart out as if there's someone listening; listening to those lowly cries of resolution of yours.
The tears you shed as if you; yourself could wipe it away.
The screams inside your head, and the words inside your heart saying:
You are beautiful beyond compare.
Then you whispered into my ears,
Then an annoying sound broke the silence.
A familiar noise bit my ears, a sound that tells us it's time to wake up from this confusing dream.
Helpless, I opened my eyes, sat on my bed, trying to recall that shady dream, a dream I ought to remember.
Faced the mirror, combed my hair.
Asking myself, what was that suppose to mean?
To the person I admire the most, a poem for myself.
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