This story is a story
I'd have to tell in person.
Where the person
should be able to listen
for a long time.
They should be patient
and not say a word
'till the end of the story.
This is a type of story
without any end.
It slowly adds a page on
day by day.
It's a story that will have no end
until the day I die.
This is a story
about me.
It's a story where
hearts are broken
and where mending occurs.
It's a story where
tears are shed.
And I'd told myself that
no more of those.
Boys are not worth crying over
even in the toughest of times.
It's a story where
the no-crying rule
has made me stronger
It's made me guard my heart
and helped me to live better.
It's a story where
I think I've moved on
but inside I know I haven't.
I leave those thoughts to
the back of my head.
But they come back to haunt me
anyways.
It's a story where
those thoughts occur
whenever the moment arrises.
I tell myself there's someone new
but my mind won't let me get over it.
It's a story where
my mind is so stubborn
and won't move on.
It's stuck back on that person
and won't let me change my mindset.
It's a story where
maybe I won't move on
because of all the time I've spent
chasing after that person.
All the energy I've spent.
It's a story where
I've just let it hang there
and it'll always hang there
'till the day I die.
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
This story is a story
I'd have to tell in person.
Where the person
should be able to listen
for a long time.
They should be patient
and not say a word
'till the end of the story.
This is a type of story
without any end.
It slowly adds a page on
day by day.
It's a story that will have no end
until the day I die.
This is a story
about me.
It's a story where
hearts are broken
and where mending occurs.
It's a story where
tears are shed.
And I'd told myself that
no more of those.
Boys are not worth crying over
even in the toughest of times.
It's a story where
the no-crying rule
has made me stronger
It's made me guard my heart
and helped me to live better.
It's a story where
I think I've moved on
but inside I know I haven't.
I leave those thoughts to
the back of my head.
But they come back to haunt me
anyways.
It's a story where
those thoughts occur
whenever the moment arrises.
I tell myself there's someone new
but my mind won't let me get over it.
It's a story where
my mind is so stubborn
and won't move on.
It's stuck back on that person
and won't let me change my mindset.
It's a story where
maybe I won't move on
because of all the time I've spent
chasing after that person.
All the energy I've spent.
It's a story where
I've just let it hang there
and it'll always hang there
'till the day I die.
~First poem