Wednesday, September 21, 2011


...that day passed.

And there was this picture. Just for that day.



You weren't supposed to remember. You out of all people who didn't care, wouldn't care, couldn't care...I thought you were bad with memorizing numbers and dates!...


I forgot. Everything you ever told me was a lie.


Just...why? Why did you have to remember and show that you remember? It's like you dedicated a day to that picture. Which means something. But WHAT?

What did you intend it to mean?

Friday, September 16, 2011

Prayer for a better day.

Through all the sadness
Through all the tears
Too many bad days
A bad start to the year.

Through all the pain that
I had to push through
I know in my heart
That I still have you.

I was on my knees
Praying to God, "Please
Save me.
Please save me."

And at the end of it all, I met you.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

When can I be the girl?

Always strong. Always pretending to be strong.

Even now.

I guess it's true that you can't rely on anyone but yourself.

I have to stop.

I see her and I see me. Because I don't want to be that. That 'I need you' 'I don't care, I'm just gonna say it, "I love you!" There I said it!' kind of person. Because...then...I'll just end up broken.

So. Broken.

I remember things like tears and pain and hurt. And the thing is...I'm afraid. I'm scared senseless.

Shit la. Seriously. Why do I have to be strong all the time???

I'm done with being strong. I envy the weak.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Just Kiss Me Already.


Just hold me in your arms and never let go.

Let's not waste tears on times that are for smiles.

If he's special to you, you'll save him.

But I'm sad

Because I'm torn

Because I want to

But I shouldn't

It's all messed up

But last night

I was resisting

I really was

But there was this point

This moment

And I couldn't stop myself.

But I should have.

Friday, September 2, 2011

I've always said that the power of knowledge, is the power to hurt...

...Well, I'll be damned.

I was wrong.

Knowing doesn't necessarily have to hurt. Sometimes, knowing creates this...this builds bridges instead of destroying them.

I was always afraid of knowing because I always thought,
"What if the truth isn't something that I like?"
"What if the truth hurts so much that it becomes unbearable?"

I forgot.

What if the truth, the reality, is more amazing than anything that you could ever imagine?