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How dare you ruin me.
If I show you a room full of my darkest secrets, do you think you're capable of my gloom? Are you willing to participate to a life full of ugly things disguised with beautiful words? Do you know the difference between my sincerity and my fakeries? Is your affection enough to push in even a slight light in my blackness? Tell me, can you love a girl so droopy not even herself can flare her dusk?
This is one good thing about me:
You don't have to spend much to make me happy. You don't need to part your allowance to make room for a gift or a surprise or anything. The littlest things make me the happiest.
Two bodies on fire.
Not because I am silent about my feelings for you, doesn't mean I do not crave for our lost love anymore.
If I show you my heart, I could tell that you wouldn't comprehend the chaos that it holds.
I bet it will always hurt whenever I remember us - the fights, the hugs, the kisses, the smiles, the looks and everything we shared. Of course it will. Not only because I loved you then but because even before you had feelings for me, I have loved you from afar. And I always thought we could make it but of course, we never will.
I thought I could actually be important.
she vanished and nobody dared to look for her
i am a thousand stars yet i am still not enough to light up your darkness
never reject someone who's willing to be there for you despite your brokenness.
don't call me, your voice is too nice and I can't even do nice.
i don’t want to end up alone with a cigarette pursed on my lips. nobody wants that. i’d rather be smoking to death with the love of my life than die alone
I either held you too tight or too loose. The last time I held you too loose, you decided to let go. You decided that our palms must never feel sweaty when stitched together or it must not have the absence of air. I'm sorry for holding too tight - when in fact, it was because I'm too scared you'll let go. I'm sorry for holding your hand like I will let go anytime - but I won't. I was just afraid of showing too much then showing nothing. We were like the rain on a very sunny day. You were the sun, still there even during the catastrophe occuring and I was the rain on a very sunny day. Even when I stay, you are there. Even when I go, you are still there. And that's me, leaving and coming back and again and again and again. I am sorry, for being too in love and scared at the same time. And I'm sorry for believing we'd always be TOGETHER, just like what you assured me.
I never wanted to break that little heart of yours, it was your neck that I aimed for.
I did not cry because you left or because I'm going to miss you, I cried because you became another proof that everyone who comes in my life soon leaves.
February 24, 2015
At the back of the bus,
you were asleep.
I held your face
and I felt a tear
on my cheek.
I whispered three words:
I
Love
You
I closed my eyes,
held your hand too tight
and cried.