HAHA

I miss YOU

We used to sing together.

You were once a stranger.
You were once mine.
Tell me what are you now?

What happened to us?
What happened to all the laughs we used to have?
What happened to all the tears we used to share?
What happened to us?

Can't you see?

It was always you.
I was always yours.
You were always mine.

What happened to us?
What happened to you?

Who are you now?
Where are you now?















*sigh

130489 >> last.memory.of.you

We're different.
In none other than one way.
I want you.
You need me.
We can never be together.
You don't believe in together.
I gotta stop making memories of us.
It never exist.

I used to be alright.
I used to be fine.
Then, you happened.

I don't need this.
I don't need us.
I need YOU.

What do you want?
It's the right moment.
It's the right time.
You're the right one.
How come nothing goes right?

You haven't been in any of my dreams.
You've been in my days.
My something real.

Can't you see?
It just had to be me.
For it had to be you.



This is the last memories of you.
So, goodbye.

THIS.IS.IT

This is my now.

This is my moment.

This is me. Leaving you.

This is me. Giving up on you.

I'm going to smile like nothing's wrong.

I'm going to talk like everything's perfect.

I'm going to act like it's all dream.

I'm going to pretend it's not hurting me.

Goodbye to you.

he said........

I'm speechless.

you.delete.me.

There's something in the way.

There's something getting through.

But it's not me. It's YOU.

love.hurts.me.

Have you ever been in love?
Horrible isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens up your heart, and it means that someone can get inside you,
and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor.
So that nothing can hurt you.
Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person,
wanders into your stupid life.

You give them a piece of you.
They didn't ask you for it.
They just did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you,
and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages.
It gets inside of you.
It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness.

So simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'you deserve better',
turns into a glass splinter working it's way into your heart.

And it hurts.
Not just in the imagination.
Not just in the mind.
It's a soul-hurt.
A real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart-pain.


Love hurts me.
Like always.