#memyselfandi
I was too real
now I need to heal
I exaggerated again
gave you love, in vain
and yet, my biggest burden
is to learn and accept
that I am the most important person
so before spreading all this love
I should put myself above
that’s why I made a pact
so I know for a fact
it’s me I have to protect
and I promised me
I would never again
give my love in vain.
gio, 01.05.2020
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC
by: MissPine
You were born on a warm day, yet so cold.
The breeze you've always wanted to feel once told.
You wondered why it seems too odd.
Life - its presence brings the deepest word.
You were proud until it was sixteenth.
The dream wished would come true then vanish.
You had kept the pain 'til nineteenth.
Faith loosened up, but your soul just hush.
It was twenty second - a decision stepped in.
You opened a new chapter of your book.
Smooth sailing, yes it was a perfect hook!
A year and a half after, fear then broke in.
What were you doing? Did it reached the core?
Took a year to rest, last quarter of twenty-four.
Time to bring back the person who once was lost.
Yet again failed 'cause your bravery is a frost.
What were you doing? Was it a valour?
The valour you ever needed the most.
The valour, which you probably once boast.
Truth be told, 'twas the valour must add the color.
The life you started was an ordinary one.
Dancing and singing made it full of fun.
You've reached your limit, now what?
How did you end up being like that?
Climbing up to twenty-eight, a few months more.
How will you hold your smile while on this tour?
Would you continue on this journey called life?
Or would you rather end it by using a knife?
Your courage at this moment is on a test.
The confidence, your heart desires, is bent.
I know you don't fear death to that extent.
You could have been better and be the best.
Smile, let the whole world know how you feel.
Happiness, it's either a lie or a truth, so be it.
As long as you know sadness is concealed.
At least you've got one person, who can't forget.
That person, whom you could rely on.
That person, who knows your hows and whys.
It is I, that someone who must not be gone.
You knew all along - who will never say goodbyes.
I will always remember you.
You are the only one I know.
I will always remember you.
You are the only May I know.
I love you!
These words I could only say.
Thru this letter, which I wrote for you,
I hope these words would stay.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
Happiness was always plural in my mind,
there had to be a he, a she or they,
but as time passed,
I grew to learn that
happiness is a singular ' I '.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
I've got these hands
bony, scarred, dried and cracked
and they can do great things
or so I'm told
but have you ever tried to
pick yourself up?
I mean really pick yourself up?
when you fall flat on your face
when you're **** out of luck
that requires a strength
I sadly do not possess
couldn't drag myself out of the mud
if I waited for it to freeze over
before I fell in
I've got these eyes
light brown, they're more of an amber
especially in bright light
gifted with sight and minor impairment
or so I'm told
I myself don't care to look at them
I can get lost in them though
for all the wrong reasons
but have you ever tried to
actually see yourself?
I mean really see yourself,
not the image manifested
instead, what you truly are?
I think I have but then again
I have a needed aptitude for deceit
I've got this heart
this heart that that beats
fast when I'm excited,
fast when I'm scared,
faster still when in love
and it's a big lump of muscle
or so I'm told
I guess it must be
I won't argue with that
it's heavy inside, that's a fact
but have you ever tried to
wear it on your sleeve?
the phrase is an idiom
I'll explain what it means;
*to be overly sensitive or easily hurt
and have no control over emotions
or show them too readily for people to see*
despite my deceit, my heart it still bleeds
that's the only reason to be careful
when you shake my hand
I've got this secret
this secret that eats its way through me
secrets are bad and we shouldn't keep them
yet everyone has secrets and we need them
or so I'm told
and I don't even know what mine is yet
though I suspect that it's that I'm sad
sad when I shouldn't be
lonely when I needn't be
but have you ever tried
to tell a secret and get it off your chest?
feel it come up from inside, make its way through you
and as it's about to come out just suddenly stop
as a gassy lump in your throat so you choke
as you swallow it down?
I have and I can tell you
it's not the taste that gets you
it's the texture
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
Sad & gutted
I miss him...terribly do
But then something's stopping me
Me, myself, and I
Oh...sad & gutted.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC