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EC Dec 2015
One,
You take my love carelessly that I don't have any left for myself.
Two,
I thought being swept away at night was romantic but as time passes by, I realized I was only used out from loneliness.
Three,
I cared for something that did not care for me back.
Four,
You weren't afraid of the thought of losing me.
Five,
You were a taker and not a giver.
Six,
You focused too much on the past.
Seven,
You're like a brick wall and refused to cooperate as a team.
Eight,
You appreciate the company of women, but don't appreciate the love they're willing to offer.
Nine,
Your pride is starting to blind you, to the point where you've became an egotistic man.
Ten*,
And yet with all these flaws...I still love you.
EC Feb 2016
I am an unfit girl.
I run when I'm stressed.
I run when I'm depressed.
I run when I feel my darkest emotions seeping out.
During the day I am a fit girl,
who's all smiles and friendly.
A supportive and energetic girlfriend.
A loving daughter.
A sister who you can call for when needed.
But at night,
I am an unfit girl.
Who lurks out in the dark and only follows the unwanted paths and alleys.
I run until I lose my breath,
panting my pain,
laughing out my sorrows,
tears of exhaustion running down this face.
Yet, the only thing I could hear is my pounding heart,
telling me to keep going.
I feel calm when I lose my breath,
a masochistic attitude, but I feel as if I'm vomiting my burden away.
Because the world is muted when I'm breathless.
And the only thing that's speaking is my soul to not give in.
I have to be an empty basket before a new day starts,
to carry the things life expects me to be.
EC Jul 2014
I'm going to meet a stranger,
who then becomes my lover.
For a lifetime
& the first thing I would ask him would be,
"What took you so long?"
EC Jul 2014
If I can describe our relationship...
We would be like a rose.
Beautiful and fresh at first,
but as time passes on,
petals start to wither,
we start to fall apart.
Slowly drifting away....
like how rose petals sway with air.
Which then later becomes left and dried on dirt.

— The End —