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Eliza Jan 2016
Is missing you the same as missing the memories of you?
Or am I fooling myself once again by believing I do?
Eliza Oct 2015
Everyday, I struggle to be a better version of myself. There are nights that I would cry because I don't want to be this weak pathetic thing who cries over small things easily. But everyday, I also get to be reminded of God's grace, love, and mercy. It's really hard to accept your negative side but it's much harder if you don't acknowledge that it's there. Still, I feel better knowing that each day, I'm striving hard to get there and I'm getting there. To the point wherein I don't have to justify my wrong actions by saying that I'm not perfect because I'm just human and it's in my nature. We are all works in progress, still being chiseled by God through  trying circumstances. (And I'm not referring, in a biased manner, only to the God that I believe in but to a God that each one of us personally believe in, no matter what religion you're in.) Perhaps, somewhere deep inside me was the hope that the world isn't or need not be just about strife, insecurity, corruption, betrayal, conflict, war, etc. That we can choose to help each other by accepting one another's differences as well as flaws and to forgive even if it's hard. I cannot speak for myself because I've been through times(and I still am going through times) wherein I still find it hard to forgive, but at least I can try to be that person. We all can. Living in this world taught me great things, having met various kinds of people taught me greater things but most importantly, believing in God  taught me the greatest things.

"He replied, 'Whether he is a sinner or not, I don't know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!'"
-John 9:25 (NIV)

An afterthought just came to me after writing this. If you're on your death bed or breathing your final breath, would you be brave enough to say you lived and not just existed? Moreover, would you be brave enough to confidently face your Creator knowing you lived for others and not just for your self? Just a thought.
Eliza Sep 2015
To fall asleep
Out of exhaustion
From all the muffled screaming
And overflowing tears
That drained your energy
To fall asleep
Knowing
You would rather not wake up
For eternity
To fall asleep
And dream
Of you and me
When we were still together
To fall asleep
In a heartbeat
I'd do it just to see you again.
But I am awake
And I am in pain
And this is reality
So I must stay awake
And hold on
And fight the impulse
To fall asleep
Once again.
Eliza Sep 2015
You talk behind my back
And I act like I don't know
I have lost so many things in life
I don't want to lose you, too
Your words are unspoken
Yet how can they still be so painful?
They stab me over and over
Every night
Whilst crying myself to sleep
Eagerly waiting for daylight
Hoping, praying
That the light might penetrate the darkness
That has been consuming me
The moment you left
The moment I left
The moment.
We're all waiting for that moment
For you to come after me
For I to come after you
360 degrees
Of you
And me
Chasing tails
In a neverending circle.
Eliza Jun 2015
Burn them
The letters I gave
You never read them anyway
Burn them
The poems I made
It was all a part of yesterday

You never knew
How much every word meant to me
More than it ever did to you
You never knew
How every response you say
Is silence, to me,
Easily blown by the wind away.

Unread them, unremember,
If possible.
I do not want to remember
How foolish I was to write you
All of my heart
In pieces of paper.
Eliza Jun 2015
The stars are clearer than ever tonight
With thoughts of you, I remember
What was once a dying light
Is now a growing flicker

From a distance, a stare to a stare
Gestures conversing in silence
In love and war, they say, all is fair
But why do you make all the difference?

Are you staring at the same sky as I am?
Can you see beyond, too?
Do you love how the stars light up the dark?
Or can you feel the moon watching over you?

How can God ever place such a beautiful thing
In a huge fallen world filled with broken people?
You are an angel with captivating wings
Blinding my eyes with your light, enveloping everyone who sees you.

Will you laugh at my foolishness
Once you know I made this for you?
Is there even a single percent of statistical probability
That you would see me the way I see you?

You are a million light years away
In the morning, will you be gone?
You are both the star-filled night sky
And the promising break of dawn.
Eliza Jun 2015
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of reach
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