Him: "I'm afraid. Afraid of rejection."

And this is what I told him: "Then you're just subjecting yourself to something that has little or no value. Rejection is nothing but a notion. A norm. Just a word. But we are afraid of it because we give it power. Power to scare us witless. We become fools. Afraid of our own illusions. Only we can break it. Break the illusion, break the fear, break the norm, break rejection."

I am tired.
I just want to rest.
I want to keep my eyes closed,
and my heart intact.
But it's too late for that.
'cause you've already shot me,
and I wasn't able
to dodge the bullet.

I thought I could handle it
but, dear, you left me on the pavement,
and I felt ice cold pain in my chest,
preventing me from moving from
where I am,
I could follow you but I didn't
because, in the end, I know
that you'll still make the same decision,
and I'll be broken all over again.

i've always admired
how a blank white wall
looked back into my eyes

how it reflects as
pure, whole, pristine
into my deep dark eyes

how it pulls out
another set of trigger
into my soul

about how it makes
so much sense
my mind is white
blank
plain
dull

until you set
this explosion of colors
with little time-bombs
e v e r y w h e r e

as if these hues
represent
the way we are,

or more importantly,
the way we're not

how these reds
that should indicate
passion
love
lust
***
impulse

but they won't
cover up
the whites

instead they wash away
like water
against these blank walls

as if
your love for me
was never real anyway

as if i was nothing
to be lost
to be thrown away

as if the greens blues oranges
can stay
but you were yellow

you covered up
so much space
so much time

as if it symbolizes
your impact on me

how i cannot forget
this rendezvous we have

once or twice
or just whenever
you feel like

how can you not
forgive me?

i never forgiven myself either.

Sometimes, we have to let ourselves be taken and guided by our feelings. When you feel that you've got to do something, do it. When you feel, that you have to see someone or something, do it. When you feel that you want to get something for yourself, do it. It is not bad to be a little selfish, because sometimes, we give too much to other people and too little to ourselves. We are just humans. We easily get into things that sometimes deprive us of our needs and wants.

So what does the first line have to do with all of what I have said. When I say feelings, it refers to the heart. When the heart speaks, you must listen. Because, when a heart speaks, expect no deception, confusion, and second guessing; expect only purely good intention. Because, when a heart speaks, it speaks the truth—your innermost desire. Because when the heart speaks, it shouts what the soul whispers. Because, when the heart speaks, you are taken care for. And lastly, when a heart speaks, you become the person you were meant to be.

I was too scared
to fall,
I was so selfish,
to give you
my love,
but dear,
now, I am too
scared to
let you go.

It wasn't intentional,
not at all,
but when I entered
the door, the first person
I saw was you.

It wasn't intentional,
not really,
but in that instant
I felt like I connected
with you.

It wasn't intentional,
I'm not sure,
but when I heard you
sing, my heart fluttered,
and I know I was
doomed to feel heartbreak
once more.

That was when I realized,
although the moment
was fleeting, we were meant
to meet, but never fated.

It wasn't intentional,
but I do hope that
you'll let me love you,
even just through your
bittersweet songs.