The One That Got Away

All the right signs for all the wrong assumptions… I loved my dreams and memories more than I loved the idea of him at the time… Hope is an ugly word for someone who doesn’t believe in their past self being right about the one that got away… 

What I needed wasn’t a confrontation… I really don’t need anybody’s second-hand worries. I just wanted what all the little girls wanted… love. Not the puppy kind but maybe I wouldn’t have said no to it at the time. Now I’m more into eternal kind… maybe it’s senseless but I guess it’s better to dream of being loved than being someone’s “last night’s hunt”. 

On second thought I don’t “want” love, I’m asking for love… to be sensible and to fix all the broken hearts or just replace it with plastic flowers. Everything else dies eventually…

Kiss Me

Kiss me like…

You do in my dreams

Kiss me on…

A sweet day like this

Kiss me so…

I can never forget you

Kiss me again…

I can always keep your secrets

Kiss me and…

My lips will be sealed

Kiss me always…

I’ll miss you the second you leave

Kiss me so…

I know you’ll stay

Kiss me once more…

I want to tell you something 

Kiss me lightly…

Only my eyes can talk in a moment like this

Kiss me and…

Make sure I believe

Kiss me so…

I know it’s true

Kiss me and tell me that…

All my dreams were real and you were too

Beyond The Dream of You

I fell in love… It was so intense that I had a brief second of bliss before I woke up to a whole different life…

If only my branches could reach your leaves… if only… Maybe then you’ll feel how it’s like to watch from afar…

If only my pavements could reach your train tracks… if only… Maybe then you’ll feel how it’s like to long for someone you can’t find…

If only my clouds could reach your mountains… if only… Maybe then you’ll feel how it’s like to be so near yet so far…


If only this wasn’t just a dream… if only… Maybe then I’d know how it was like living that brief second of bliss every day of my life…

Repetitive Days & Second Chances

On days like Mondays you’re far away… You probably can’t even leave your cosy bed to come and bother me.

“Arriving at my home town after so long makes me feel nostalgic and a little broken.”

 

On days like Tuesdays you’re almost at my door… You probably couldn’t find the right words to say and returned home.

“I am but a wind passing by an old abandoned place called home”

 

On days like Wednesdays you’re on a journey… You probably don’t know where to find the right words for your sentences.

“Sometimes I convince myself that I didn’t miss you… the rest of the time I know I’m just fooling myself”

 

On days like Thursdays you’re knocking my door… You’re probably wishing that I’m away because you’re not ready with your newly bought words.

“What would we talk about if we met after all this time? Would we yet again make promises to break?”

 

On days like Fridays you’re praying… You’re probably asking your words to make sense and the butterflies to calm down.

“I am but a cry echoing through walls so thick.”

 

On days like Saturdays I’m missing you… You probably don’t even know why I came back. Everyone deserves a second chance.

“Who was I before you? Who am I after?”

 

On days like Sundays we’re dining… You look at me like I’m your happiness.

“What was it like? Happiness…. How long did it last?”

Q: What is one thing that you would like to change about yourself?

If I could change one thing about myself, that would be my attitude. Everyone has a different attitude towards life, some of them are cowards, others are sticking to the rules but mine is a bit rude. Some would say that I am a strong, persistent and confident woman that takes no interest in objection. But underneath all of that fake strong woman aura, I’m just a spoiled brat. I want everything and I want them now!

So last month I started watching this new series in Netflix called Girlboss (it’s originally a book). I related to so many things and I felt sad every time the heroine failed. She was struggling in becoming an adult and her father felt like he should take care of her and she resisted and wanted to show her father that she is capable of being a business owner. Well I’m not going to spoil it for you but even if it’s just some comedy series, I learned a few things.

I wouldn’t change my attitude towards life immediately… I just want to learn how to change my life around so my attitude won’t seem so rude.

Q: Who do you love and who loves you?

Love isn’t just a verb or a noun anymore… it’s a deep concept. For me, it’s the core of the universe. It’s what everything is built on. Relationships, raising kids, art, growing plants, all the hobbies in between the earth and the skies… and even money. We collect money to get what we love!.. We go through heart breaks to find our true love… We raise kids to spread love… We make art for/about love… We spend our leisure time doing what we love… Everything is based on love. Everything is connected.

When you ask who do you love?… I can count many people. I am easy with giving love. Who loves me? Unless they confess their feelings to me, well I wouldn’t know. All I know is, I have a sweet family and they love me indefinitely… but what matters is strangers that enter our lives… what made them love us? What makes us special? Do we deserve to be loved by that specific person? All those questions are nagging my brain.

What bothers me most is the question “why are we dealing with so many hatred when love is so easy to share?”. Love is indefinite, you can share it and you will never be out of love. Love has no expiration date. Love only ends when you restrict and convince yourself.

Word Stealer

Drawing lines on words.  Underlining words. Changing words. Adding words. Erasing words. Filling crosswords. You were good at all these things.

But above all, you were the best at one thing… Stealing words that weren’t yours.

Every word I learned, you added another one to the end each time. You taught me how sentences could be both senseless and so much more meaningful when found between the lines. You helped me see when all the letters changed places. You were there when I decided I didn’t wanted to hide anymore. But it was your words against mine at some point. You double crossed me and I made sure you regretted it.

If you’re a crossword puzzle then I am a maze.

The word was out that you left town. I was both happy and sad. Why? Simply because I was half expecting that it wasn’t true. You wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye… or would you?

The next week I saw you enter the bakery. I decided to walk past it before you saw me but unsuccessful… you called my name. I tried walking away but you pulled my forearm just in time. I had an angry expression and you had a sheepish look. You asked if I was alright but I didn’t reply. You asked if I was mad at you but I didn’t reply. You asked if I missed you and I laughed at your face. You were startled by my audacity. After a few seconds of silence I said, “Why did you come back?” and you lied, “To see you.”… I smiled and said, “Good, you can go now.” You stayed.

To everyone’s surprise I was the one who left town to never return… and I’m sure your side of the story is more true because tales always stay to live even if the hero leaves…