In the midst of war

between her heart and her mind,

"Enough," she finally said.



so she kept her heart, somewhere unreachable

but enough to get a sunlight

enough to be watered daily

enough to make it alive.



and when the flowers from it grew already,

the leaves were more alive than before

she finally wear it in her sleeve.



and to her surprise,

her heart still echoed the same name.



her heart grew with a space

for someone she haven't talked for a while;

only to find it more peaceful this time.

"i bet this is how letting go feels like," she uttered.

Some days

You talk to me about how was your day

Some days

You share your deepest secrets

Some days

I feel so entitled that I want to demand more from you

Some days

I don't want anybody to know you like I do

But some days

We don't talk at all

Some days

I feel like an option

Some days

I feel like we're strangers

Then there are some days

I like to pretend you're all mine

And some days

You pretend like I'm all yours

Little did you know,

Most of my days

I often ask myself,

"What are we?"

One of the greatest pleasures

In life is

to be given a freedom

To choose

What you want in life

But it only becomes painful

When you have to choose

To accept the pain

Of choosing your own happiness

Over

the person you love.

Go where your heart takes you, I said.
Without any hesitant,
I stared at your footsteps walking away from me.

too dark and an empty room
only a clock  ticking and beat of a heart can be heard
thoughts were too messed
she never felt so lonely like this.

Maybe some odds tell us
Even in our deepest desires
Even if we truly love them,
We know they deserve better.

But in our deepest sorrow and loneliness,
Somehow
We always want to be their 'better'
Despite of knowing that we can't be.

He likes prose, while she loves poetry.
He loves short stories, while she loves novel.
He's a composer, while she's a writer.
He plays intruments, while she doesn't.
She loves music, but not as much as he does.

And it's just that--
Almost the same, but somehow different.
But at the end of the day, it only says one thing:
One cannot fit in a world telling him to do otherwise.

And he'd to accept the painful reality of how things aren't always meant for each other.