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I've tried to find something, to come up with something to patch up the hole. To defend it, to cover it.

For a moment, I thought to myself it's what made me, I am connected to it, it's a part of me, at least.

But it already grew big, the hole was already big it can suck everything I have saved for. For the future I hope so bright, ending up being swallowed by the whirpool of darkness in the slum of dullness.

I cannot defend you anymore

I cannot patch you up anymore

How did this become disastrous?

I never knew this hole could be this bad

I don't think my band-aid can treat the wounds you've created

It's as big as you now, congratulations.

The hole is destructive, they say.

Why didn't I believed it?

Why did I even tried to save it?

Why did I hoped that there's a tiny hankering light that can be found in this massive darkness.

I hope this hole would heal on it's own now.

'cause sure as I am that I cannot patch it up anymore

I am no healer,

not even a mediator

I hope this hole won't cause disaster to anyone in heretofore and in the future.

Patch it up.

I will never say sorry again....

For the things that i love

For the things that i chose

I will never say sorry again...

For the things that i did

For the things that i shared

I will never say sorry again....

Because saying sorry about something, that wether came from you or not

Indirectly means that someone you outdid should feel one.

Don't feel sorry, or i'll feel one.

My parents taught me how to be a tough kid, at a very young age, life taught me independence, basic survival skills. But my parents missed one thing, they forgot to taught me how to love myself.

I hated ------ so much, before he even left me, i hated him so much. Even during our acquintance, i hated him. And now that it's all over, i realized that i even hated him from the start of our meeting. I never actually liked him..... i hated him.... for breaking everything that i thought is rigid to me. For changing my perspective, for changing the type of love that i'd want to commit to, for breaking delusions of being prisoned by my ideas from the stuff that i read from the books, for introducing me the harsh reality of relationships, i hate him.... for making me glorify the collision of our destiny.

My pride can't let me accept the fact that someone out there finally cracked the code, i overgaslighted myself that i can overcome a relationship easily without being overly attached to someone.

Because i know, deep inside me that....

I am the type of person whose walls are hard to break, whose glass are hard to shatter, and a system whose hard to decode. But someone out there, a complete stranger, an unknown being managed to make me break my own glass, crack my own code and made me climb my own wall. It's that special, because it was the first time.

I never begged for someone in exchange for something. But sometimes I’ve had this thought, a question, that’s been lingering inside my mind.

Do I have to beg for someone in able for them to stay? Do they like me because they genuinely like me? Or do they just like me because I am something? People who used to like me often say that I confuse them a lot. That they can’t tell if do they have a chance or something similar to the concept of chances. Then I asked again, why are they confused? Do feelings vary? ‘cause I am sure that mine’s not. If i said I like you, I like you regardless of how or how you may not reciprocate that.

I really don’t know why do they have to associate feelings to some taxing ruling that when someone says that i don’t have a chance i can’t continue loving them nor liking them. The world is so tiring already. Give your heart a chance to genuinely love someone, fall in the loop hole of love, circle around the ferris wheel of feelings, get hurt and don’t be afraid of trying again......

that is when I realized, I don't wanna be a carbon copy of someone else.

Ending is just a transition.

It doesn't mean that everything will just stay there once everything has come to an end.

maybe hope also have the power to kill sort of anything and everything you invested if it doesn't manifest

can i do it?

thezeroquotes

I don't feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors

Cannot Be

It was like subtraction.

Everytime I look at you,

There will always be that moment that I'd think about us.

One moment that i'd think, "this thing would definitely work"

But as I think about it more thoroughly and more deeply,

I had come to realize,

"We cannot be"

Because subtrahend cannot be greater than the minuend.

I am the minuend and you are the subtrahend

Your love is far way greater than mine

Could we get the difference when we cannot be?

If I'd borrow some time to gather this love, would you let me?

#poetry #random

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You don't have to be like them.

I just realized that I don't have to be like other people, who have a big impact in the world. That maybe, I am just born in this world just to live my life, a simple life. I've always dreamt big when I was a child. To be someone who will contribute a big part in the world, in the universe. But as I grew older, I finally got to understand how my life works. I am not like them, and I will never be. As much as i want to make a big difference in the world, I am just me, a tiny human being whose still in the process of figuring out herself. But thinking more thoroughly about it, we make difference in our own different ways and that made me rest assured that I am still fulfilling my dreams when I was a child. Being contented is what i need and so accepting my fate is. There's still a lot of realizations that yet to come, and I am hoping that I can apply them on my life as they enter through my ears, mind, and finally my heart.

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