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“Don’t worry about it…” she said casually, as if all there is that happened didn’t matter at all. I looked down as the visions in my head swayed back to what was before. Swiftly, my mind recalled all of them. It was early in the morning, and the day’s just about to start, but the way she said it nonchalantly weighed my body as if it’s tired from a day of stress. “Was that all it? Was that all I pained for?”, I asked to myself as I prepare for the next words from her.
”..even if it did happen, it wouldn’t have worked out anyway.” she continues. Right at this moment I knew what she was trying to say. This time, I finally admitted that there’s no place for denying from her statement. I knew from the very start, that after the long pursuit, even if I did manage to get through the first challenges, I would still collapse in the end. I knew that I couldn’t live with half smiles at the end of the day, I had to get out from it. That two different worlds, when they collide, are just meant for disasters.
“Come to think of it? Right?” she ends as my hands turn to hard fists. The wind blows suddenly, as if the world itself is part of this conversation.She was referring to what I am now, that the end of it all was worth it anyway. Funny, she knows me real well. This has got to be the longest 5 seconds of my life.
I finally knew it was over. Yes, it is over. I’ve always thought that the acceptance of my apology would mark the end, but this time it doesn’t really matter. Whether my apology would be accepted or not, I don’t really care. All I know is that I’m living another life right now and there’s no use of looking back. I used to fear these days before, but the way it seems, I’m living beyond better than I expected it to be, and it’s just irreplaceable.
She looked at me straight in the eye, a stare that struck straight to my soul, waiting for my reply. And without letting a second pass, I contemptously replied “Haha! Yes, I strongly believe letting her go was the best decision I’ve ever made yet..”
Fuckin school works, I can’t wait til this semester ends.
I miss drinking with friends. Damn, seriously, I’m “barkada sick”. Alcohol flow, fog of smoke, and a hell of laughters around. Fuck. Ren really shouldn’t have told me how fun last friday was.
Come on you bunch of bastards, inuman na tayo =(((((
Why MIMS seem to be always holding his crotch everytime he raps. And I’m like “Dude, walang magnanakaw niyan” =)) Seriously, I wonder what people feel everytime they shake hands with MIMS. Hahahahahaha!
Nonetheless, he still remains as one of my favorite rappers. BAMF lyrics.
When you’ve lied with those corny player lines to people before, when you’ve made fake gestures and efforts for them, will you be able to know how much you love a person already, as they come out from you spontaneously and genuinely, not for impressing, but you actually do those things because you mean them. That’s when you’ll know that she’s different from any other, the brightest star in the heavens.
I never felt this way to anyone before, anyone. Everytime I look at you, I couldn’t differentiate reality from fantasy anymore. After all those who came before you, finally I know this is not a game anymore, finally I know I am in love, finally I know I am loved. Bad days seemed like the sunniest of summer with us together. And serendipity come everytime I catch you smiling, laughing, or singing. The rest of the world doesn’t matter everytime we hold hands, everytime we exchange hugs and kisses. And time passes by as if we don’t know it exists. Your voice is a sweet surrender.
Everyday I’m more in love. Everyday you make me feel so alive. I love you.
That’s the most interesting part if I may say. When friends steal each other’s love. Imagine, in a circle where the ex is also the ex of the other, oh a lovely scene. And you’re in the middle of it all, as you witness the tension between each other rise up, and you try to be as unbiased as you can, but we all know that’s not inevitable? Or maybe you yourself is a part of it /;) What used to be a good relationship, now an awful stress. The other just want crack the other’s face. You can see them alive yet dead with shame. A well treasured friendship gone, just over a night by a loathsome news. Oh. A great battle to watch.
The clique stuck in the middle while left wondering if it would ever be complete again, all together, just like the old days. Ha. Fucked up shit right there.
It’s not really about the ending, it’s about the attempt to get there.
To watch We The Kings perform my favorite songs with my arms around you as I scream my lungs out secretly dedicating the lines to you.. is absolute rapture.
And the light streaming its way to the dark embraced room
Breaths, and eyes meet, while linger the soft whispers
Of the present, of promises, in dancing motion to this
Crystal clear glass, exquisite moments of exquisite memories
And that day when I started to dream was the day I woke up
To try reading between trifles of gestures, of strict patterns
That has been spun before me, before us
And rising cruxes appear, as I puzzle and bolt
Lost in felicity, her smiles tattooed in my mind
Disconcerted by the entwined circles of our neon lines
Would we learn to cut the ropes? And jump to new waters?
After tides that broke this running verse?
After sentiments learn to stone? After breathless heart beats at night?
In a happenstance, would she hold my hand?
For the last time? Reside back, live up to the undertaking?
The wander is long, only but me to suppose
That we witness aurora, with grey strings resting up in our head
And snuggling hearts come the grandiose eventide
I don’t know what brought me to writing this weird poem. My feral emotions just drove me to grab a pen and draw them in paper.. and then this.. tad-ahhh! My literature professors were right, it’s much easier to write about melancholy than writing about euphoric states.
If she has the proper words to say she’d tell but she’d have nothing left to sell him…
Dafuq? I still can’t get over it. Dafuq? I still can’t get over it. Dafuq? I still can’t get over it.
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep in