If I was lucky, some people would make up stories like I had a crush on him and He had a crush on me and We lived happily ever after.
But we all know that's not going to happen.
So I'm just going to crush the butterflies. **** them before they **** me.
Because let's be real,
He'll forget about me.
And I'll forget about him.
And I'll go on with my life,
Dragging down a list (+1) of men that happened to walk by.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
I had a very comfortable lifestyle but I gave it away for happiness. When I was younger l thought happiness is a state of mind. I thought I'd find it embodied in success like a package deal. My only goal then was to be successful until I started asking myself, successful in what? Just when I couldn't formulate an answer, that's when I realized I wasn't genuinely happy.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
I am clinging tight on this superficial feeling.
I caught a butterfly and I am keeping it for safekeeping.
It doesn't guarantee an eternal life,
of bliss,
of fruitfulness.
It doesn't even guarantee a year of existence.
But it gives me hope,
of joy, to welcome the day,
It gave me a reason for today.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
Bitterness isn't just a state of mind.
Bitterness is another word for revenge.
One day, bitterness will consume me, and take over my world.
All the things I didn't do.
All the things that made me unhappy.
All the things that caged me, wrapped me, stopped me.
All the things that bounded me, forbidden me, limited me.
All the things that I should have done.
All the things that I should have taken.
All the things that I should have said.
All the things that I wanted.
All the things that made me happy.
Everything will come to me.
In bitterness.
At the end of time.
At the end of all things.
But before I die, I will take revenge.
I will take every little thing that consumed me, all that bitterness inside, pile them together, and burn it down to ashes.
And then I'll watch you watch me.
The fire reflected in your eyes, and I'll hear your thoughts before me.
Maybe I'll even let you join me.
I will set a bonfire.
And it will be the mark of my happiness.
It will be my revenge.
I'll take what's mine.
And discard this life I borrowed.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
There's a thin line keeping my sanity together.
Over the years, it didn't break;
It didn't rust.
It remained intact for my own purposes.
And then all of a sudden, a piece of metal broke through it.
Its cold surface mocked me;
belittled me.
A reminder that even a thin piece of thread,
bound to surpass ages,
had a weakness.
A blade can cut through everything when it pleases.
And it cut through me,
slicing my personality in two,
dividing my soul in half.
The good and the bad,
separating itself from my body,
unable to be whole,
ever again.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
He the moon.
She the stars.
And I found myself,
stargazing,
admiring.
He the moon.
I, the sun.
And she found herself,
co-existing,
waiting.
She the stars.
I, the sun.
And we found ourselves,
understanding,
reasoning.
He and she.
Moon and star.
They found themselves,
assessing,
longing.
Whilst I,
The sun
They found me,
accepting,
with blessing.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
Many people have asked.
And I have turned down the same.
Many people wondered.
And I have ignored the same.
Ask the right questions dear, don't ask for the obvious.
Ask the right question, and I'd answer.
I am NOT an open book.
I hold more secrets than you know.
Ask yourself.
Do you know me?
Or have you known only the image I portray, or the character I play?
Have you wondered what's on my mind if I'm not talking?
Have you figured out the riddles I give you?
The problem with most people is that they weren't really looking.
Not really seeing.
Not really bothering to know why.
And for a few people who managed to "almost" get there fail to ask the right questions.
Don't ask the usual questions.
That will annoy me.
Don't ask for the obvious.
That would bore me.
If you want to get some answers, ask the right questions.
Let me know if you've figured it out.
I'll tell you EVERYTHING.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
You've only seen what I allow you to see.
Filtered and remains the good side of me.
I've always been a vessel of hope.
But a part of me wishes to break free.
The part I don't want anyone to see.
I am not complaining.
In fact I never once complained.
I know I am loved. I know I am lucky.
It's just, sometimes, I get really really sad.
Stop this sadness, she said.
But right now can I just cower in darkness?
Tonight, let me be weak.
Let me lose hope.
Let me break down.
It won't take an hour, I promise.
Just leave me alone... for tonight.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
I wish he can see my weaknesses without pointing it out.
I wish he can see me weak without letting me know.
That way, I can be strong and weak at the same time.
The person I am, and the person I want to be.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC