how annoying,
that things just remind me of you
things we've done together, to each other, for each other
thought we're meant to be.
memories,
never stop poking the wound
bleeds and hurts every single time
how we used to be, supposed to be, could be
thought we're different.
letting go,
is easier said than done
the smile, the promises, the love
thought we're perfect.
all's done and over,
it's always the heart that has the say.

or it's the love

that's way too blinding,

turning me into

a such softhearted and no- brainer.

there are those whom you can learn from
and, those whom make you learn.

i appreciate the presence of the latter.

beautiful things don't ask for attention.

you have just literally given me a tight slap in my face.
but i thank you for that
for the reality check is much needed.

merci beaucoup!

when inanimate objects fall in love with the owner

anyone can look from a distance
a stranger can look from a distance
what's so special about that?
but to know our scent,
it means something else.
it means we've been close,
closer than anyone else.
i had to say i'm lucky.
but when she doesn't want me,

when she's away,
and it's just her scent with me
i can only feel,

 forgotten.
this, is me

left behind.
am i the stranger now?

 

probably it's just me
probably it's just wrong to even have the thought of it
probably it's just me that's way too weak to admit
probably it's just wrong to even be dreaming about it
probably it's just me that's not giving enough
probably it's just wrong to even receiving that much
probably it's just me going in wrong directions
probably it's just wrong to even start following the misleading signs
probably it's just me that's too insensitive at times
probably it's just wrong to even be sensitive
probably it's just me getting it all wrong
probably it's just wrong to even think that i'm getting anything at all
probably it's just me not trying hard enough
probably it's just wrong to even have tried
probably it's just me taking things too seriously
probably it's just wrong to even see things too minute to care
probably it's just me being myself
probably it's just wrong to even being myself too much at times
probably it's just me holding on too tightly
probably it's just even wrong to even wanting to hold on
probably it's just me   

being sick and tired of the situation.

 

Trust
is like a mirror.
you can fix it,
but you can still see the cracks in the reflection.