How could you?

How could you have forgotten about me?

Clean forgotten. For hours.

It only hurts more to learn that u were in his company moments before.

 

Will u understand?

 

Will you too make sure that its the last time i cried if i had?

Tears

You tear today.

I hope its the last time.

Special

Once upon a time,

there was this old man.

And this old man,

has a vase.

The vase looks ordinary, but the old man insist it's special.

And every day, the old man will take the vase out and wipe it clean with care,

Caressing the contours and staring at it,

like it was the most expensive thing on earth.

When the old man died,

the sons and daughters gathered,

and sold the vase they did,

only to find out it's worth no more than a single penny.

 

It turns out that it's special,

only to the old man perhaps,

something that grew more and more as he wipes and clean it every day.

 

Something is special not because it is,

but because, to the person who think it is,

that person had spent effort polishing it.

 

Do you understand? Effort of maintenance. Not magic.

Battle

It seems to have become a battle.

Between you and her.

Between my disdain for exorbitant luxury and your obsession for them

Between my my preference for natural and your quest for vanity

Between my overly possessive self and your desire to break free

Between my capabilities and yours

 

 

I seem to be embarking on a quest to prove my worth.
That is why not all everybody suits you, and you have actually found one who can overlook this battle in the name of LOVE.

 

Pain

This pain and angst in me i cannot descibe,

sufferings i have brought you.

If could sleep and just die tomorrow,

if i could just vanish from the surface of this world,

allow me.

 

i am sorry.

 

 

yet, i am so unhappy.

Ticket Stub

You say we will start collecting ticket stubs.

I asked really?
And that told you should not be forcing yourself, that you must enjoy the process too.

You did not reply.

No, it wasn't intentional. You forgot to reply.

Maybe shouldn't collect ticket stubs.

 

Eating good food is so much a better choice.
Cravings satisfied. And no restlessness, nor moments of boredom.

I never did mind watching movie alone. I will keep my single stub. The whole world can scoff at my solidarity and continue ridculing me,

 

while i relish my moment of serenity.

 

 

"Sunday morning and the raining is falling...."

Tonight tonight