I was once hurt
When someone
Has bitten me on the back

I once cried and pout
When a man
Has cheated me, full-packed

I was once on the ground
Stood and fought
Started moving on

I once pulled myself
Though it's hard
That I'll be happy, someday, soon

Now, I am standing
Here I walk
Trying to use my feet

Going to my destiny
Hold joy forever
With happiness that I shall meet

This is what you need
To have faith, not fear
Someday you will see

When love hurts much
Stop, live, move on
Throw the memories, set it free!

We hate good-byes, yet we say it too often. After a phone call. After a visit. When classes end. When we leave a restaurant. Perhaps these tiny good-byes are said too much to prepare us for the greater good-byes of the future.

But isn't it just strange how the things we hate are often what our mouths are full of? And with the same mouth we whisper the sincerest 'I love you's'.

We love. And the ones we love leave or the love we have leaves us as time passes by. Perhaps it is not good-byes we hate. Perhaps good-byes, themselves, aren't painful at all. 'Cause maybe it is the loving that we hate but we never truly admit it. 'Cause maybe all along we knew, with loving comes good-byes, and that idea is what's painful.

it was nothing more than a silly game
and maybe that's all it ever was
emotions over ride all else
I wish I had known before
that trusting you would hurt
I hardly knew you
I thought i did
but it was
all a
lie...

I will forgive you if you leave me alone.
They say it is easier to love than hate
But there is too much hurt to turn back time.
We are shadows passing through the night
No one will care
If we don't overlap.

© Maria Francine

the cold always reminded me of you; so still and peaceful. our love for each other always kept me warm. until I saw the way you looked at her. the cold still reminds me of you, so bitter that it stings. winter never was my season.

--ank

some days the sadness comes in little rain droplets, like when I smell his scent or when I think I hear his voice on the street. but some days, the sadness comes in as a roaring hurricane. I'm flooded with every last memory to my name. the laughs, the smiles, and silence. beautiful silence. we never needed words.
I fell in love with the burning sensation that came with his touch. but he put the fire out with his cold words, like he was holding me under water. I was drowning in my own tears.  

--ank