Blank Paper

A paper as white as snow,
Keeps staring at me,
It writes your true hearts desire,
And without writing,
Your name appeared.

In response to: Blank

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Every love story that has survived through time has started with once upon a time and ends with a happily ever after. But perhaps, not ours—not mine; It ended with a “you deserve someone better. goodbye.” But how? How did the clock’s gears started turning for us and then decided that it was time to stop?

It never ended the way we hoped it to be. No screaming, no violence, just plainly a sorrowful goodbye. I didn’t even begged you to stay, how could I when we already tried for the second time? But that’s the thing with endings, that’s what we remember because of the pain that lingers. But how about the beginnings?

I can never recall how it all started—when I have started having feelings. That is something that I can never really pinpoint.

Did it start with a bang? Did you have me at hello? Or perhaps by the look? Was it when you sat next to me at one class and said hi?

I know it was not one of those fairy tales where the prince meets the princess in the ball—NO. It was not that magical to remember yet you were someone who had so much impact in my life. And I guess I don’t want to remember too deep. It’ll always be a mystery on how everything began.


I know how this ends – I just forgot how it started, a.f.a.

Collide

Two entities,
barely walking,
barely breathing,
yet fate somehow leads them to each other,
and with a simple touch,
the universe expands,
causing a rift,
causing chaos,
to everything that once they hold dear.

In response to : Chaos

Healing

I look at my body and see the scars slowly fading. Each scar represents a painful memory yet a lesson learned.

The one on my knee taught me not to run away; Run from things that made me afraid, that I can’t keep running away forever and I need to take it face on.

The scald taught me not to teach things that are too hot or I’ll get burned. Burnt by something so bright that I can’t possibly know until it was too late.

The bruise on my fists taught me that I should think rationally. I need to stop and breathe and think things over before I could hurt myself.

Yet the most significant one, was the one that you left—the scar that you left in my heart. I realized I shouldn’t have fallen that easy with words and petty lies. I let you in when I said I would never would. But hey, who could blame me? With that hazel eyes and tantalizing smile of yours, I’m sure everyone would fall. But thank you for cutting me the deepest and thank you for telling me I deserve better because a person who couldn’t see that I think they were already the best doesn’t truly deserve me.

It was never easy but I moved on. I am healing and whoever is reading this, I hope you are happy.

My response to : Scars