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There was nothing under my skin but light,
If you cut me i could shine

Saturday, June 20, 2009
Two way.

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real.

Well the truth hurts
& lies worse

How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before.



They say don't marry someone who loves you less.
But there's always two in a wedding.
So how can both love less
where one must be less & one must be more.
We must compromise.
Compromise & live.
Confess & live.


We always say we're too late.
That's because we don't count the times when we're just in time or early.
Take for granted, you know?


We must see the goodness is evil.
People, people who need people, are the luckiest people in the world.
You think they're weak.
Helpless, lack of strength.
You are the one with the curved thoughts.


If the past don't hold on to the present, there is no future.
Yes, you must understand.
Com. pre. hend.
If the consequences of loving you in the past don't hold on to my present,
I would have died
of heart break, heart bleed.
Now I think back. Perhaps the consequences lack friction, they slipped, didn't hold.
No wonder of late, I lose my breath so often, I lose my liveliness.
Symptoms of dying,
of heat break, heart bleed.


If ever I'm in pain,
I'll never call your name.
I don't think I'll call your name.
But even if I do,
out of habit, or desperation, or real feelings,
I pray you not come.
That'd only cause instant death.
Heart first, followed by which ever part causing the hurt.


We say things we don't mean.
Maybe that's the reason we don't get what we want.
& then we crumble, fall apart.
The thing is, we dig our own graves.
Cut ourselves & blame the world for our loss of blood.
It's like you speak closing your mouth.


This change, I've yet to accept.
I feel so bad,
because now you've got a new boyfriend.
I know I should be happy,
but I'm sad.
Now you're not with me,
you won't take me to movies,
treat me to expensive meals or go for a run with me,
like you used to
like you always did.
you won't treasure our pictures anymore,
you talk to me less.
Spend less time with me.
Everything becomes less.

I don't even wanna hug you anymore,

because it's foreign.

Do you know?
So, really,
how can I rejoice.
I actually dreamt of how he looked like.
Old, ugly, skinny.
goodness
my heart must be rock, to think this way.
I need to repent.
Out of selfishness,
& everything in I.


so, if I wished, I could follow you 7:00 PM