“It’s not that easy,” she said. “It can never be easy for me to admit how much I like him. Every time I see his hazel brown eyes sparkle when he sees her, every cell of me that was hoping he feels the same way dies. Every time I see him blush when she notices him, a part of me wishing I was her aches. Every time he tells me how much he adores her, my mouth that wants to speak for my heart shuts up. Every time he wishes upon a shooting star, he catches passing by, that you could somehow notice him, I become a statue, just stuck staring at him and feeling every bit of the pain. How can I confess if I am unsure of what I feel? I don’t know if just like him or I feel something beyond that. It’s not really easy, is it? And how would I have the courage to speak up if I already know the answer?,” she smiled painfully, then released a deep sigh.

I still love you.
I love you even if you pushed me away. I’m sure you’re having fun that the situation is like this, that I’m missing you more than ever and that I couldn’t accept anybody else because I would always look for you. Always you. After all, ever since I met you, it was always you that I would look for in the crowd.
I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye no matter how many times I’ve told you that I would be fine without you. But I'm not. I'm not okay. Since the day you left, I’ve been flooding you with messages, typing the words I couldn’t say.
I don’t know if I could get over you.
And it scares me.
Every memory of you lingers inside of me. Every touch, every smile, every hug. They're still in me. But seeing you so far away and so happy makes me realize that you don’t need me anymore.
Because you're already happy with someone else.
I've always wanted to tell you how sincere I am,
How sincere my love for you is,
But now, my heart is full of hatred on what you did to me
You treated me like I was nothing but garbage. You easily threw me away. But unfortunately, that doesn’t mean I love you any less. I'm stupid, I know. But I am still madly in love with you. I know this won’t change anything. My feelings and my voice won’t reach you anymore since you’re with someone else now, but I just want to let you know that I'm trying to burn all of the traces you've left behind. I'm trying my best to forget you too, it’s what you wanted.
But I still love you even if you left me.

Your verisimilitude is deceiving. The memories we've shared are momentous. I thought there would be a probability of "us" but you rebuff the love I've showed and left me confused. The inception of our story is the part which I loved the most. This past few days I was lost and crestfallen by the memory of you. I never felt reluctant on every word you said and promised. But they were just words, words that will never be executed. I need to obviate myself from hoping. Our love became prosaic as you slowly repudiate this nerve racking feelings of mine. The thought of you should unyoked my mind for my heart opposes with my common sense. Thank you for watching me as I fall.

There have been a lot of things
That I have never said out loud.
They're always inside my head
In the deepest pit of my psyche
I know that it has happened
All these nasty things in my past
But there will always be a part of me
Agonizing and living like it's never there
It's one of the reasons why I deprive myself
Of love, affection and all things sugary and nice
Eventually you'll look at me as a really malefic entity
Though I won't exude that pathetic demonic kind of stare
I'm aware that we rarely have saviours who will be ready
To pull us out of intense and jarring gladiator self-fights
Can I just say **** all these lessons for compassion?
They're never kind to us, so why should we be?
Always I think it should be an eye for an eye
Because it's a rather fitting punishment
Should I not get the peace I'd need?
Give me a break here, oh please.
I never did anything, so why me?
These people around us are pigs.
They're all animals of opportunity.
These eyes will never trust again.

She is a scripture of broken promises and shattered dreams. Every step felt like walking on mysteries and every breath felt like drinking secrets.

She is a mess from another mess of a family. Every moment was another sad memory and every single remembrance was already a forgotten dream.

She is a painting covered in ink. Her colors have turned black and her lines have been smeared. She is a canvas no longer wanted because of a stain she cannot remove.

And so I tell her, look up. Stop stepping on mysteries. Stop living on sad memories. Stop letting your colors fade. Become as vibrant as your soul and become a masterpiece painted by yourself.

Do not throw yourselves to the bottom of the pit because of people who want to use you only as a stepping stone. Do not bring yourselves down because of flaws you are taught to hate because those flaws are what make you different. Those flaws are what make you beautiful and those flaws are what make you see the beauty in yourself. Do not hate others because of things you do not accept and do not turn from those who need help.

You are a scripture of promises and dreams and that very thing is the reason of your existence. To love and be loved by others but more especially to be loved by yourself. Understad that the hardships you have gone through are the lessons you will remember. You are allowed an infinite number of chances to turn things around, but remember to make every chance matter.

Remember to give people your heart and remember to give yourself patience. Patience to grow and patience to love. Patience to learn and patience to accept.

Learn to live how you want to live, because your life is a story that you write with your hands. Do not let others write your story for you. Write your story with your own words, sentences, paragraphs, memories, remembrances, dreams, promises, and with your very being.

Write with your hands; write with your soul.

"I was the lover you tried to immortalize on paper
You penned each words describing me;
turning my blood into ink and my body into paper.

But this is not where I belong.
And I do not need to be immortalized in pages.
All I need and have always wanted is to remain in your memories-
for as long as you shall live, so shall I too.

Let me out of the paper
Let me in, inside your heart
Let me be with you-
Or let me go."