Hindsight

My mind fails me when I'm with you. Should I have...?

Almost

almost got my chance to be alone with you
then
almost lost everything
then
almost told you how I really feel
then
almost got caught crying
then
almost gave up on you

and for that i am sorry

but do know that
though my words and actions betray me
what i feel for you holds true

Nervous

The date was supposed to be March 31 but today is March 30. :))))

Only a handful of people would get that. =))))

But seriously.

March 31.

That date. :))

Hope I don't falter like 3 years ago.

Misfortune

i saw in you a fighter's soul
one which has fought many battles
and pulled through by the skin of its teeth
a soul tainted yet beautiful
with walls put up sheltering itself away from pain
yet also from the light it so desperately needs
to see how it's come so far and yet still glimmer

Sorry.

When did I become such a dick? Or rather, how come I've only noticed now?

Nihon

Damn cold in here. :)))) I have so many stories to tell or write about but some part of me wants to share them to her first. And I feel like I should make a separate blog for my less inner thoughts @-). I also wanna continue writing shit poems but I really cannot find order in this chaotic mesh of stimuli.

And yep, I was the one who yielded. >_<

I'll miss you too

I'm leaving for another place, albeit temporarily. And I can already see myself wanting to tell you all about that place, and every little thing there that interests me (of which there are probably a lot). To be honest, I'm torn between trying to talk to you every chance I get while I'm there, or making you miss me because, as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. But I'll probably be the one to yield in the latter.

It's hard to write of purely happy things. :)) Sad thoughts always somehow worm their way into my mind. But I guess this time I can say that I am happy.

Sorrow

I guess the problem is that I let you dictate almost everything I feel, and you don't even know.

Mystearica

My tears cannot wash you off the back of my eyelids, but they blur every other thought apparently.

The green dot

How I long to talk to her, even when that green dot has turned into a mobile phone icon.

How I long to tell her stories, wherein my eyes could see her reaction.

How I long to make her laugh, wherein my ears could hear her laughter.

How I long to see her smile, the type not expressed by keyboard symbols.

How I long to bask in her warm embrace, without having to imagine it from an emoticon.

How I long for a chat box to turn into reality.

Go ahead

Go ahead, and tear my heart out,
Then sew it back together
With the threads of your love
Without providing anesthesia,
For I am fated, but hopefully not ill-fated,
To never go numb to you.
And yet I fear the day
That you will stop embroidering my heart
With every little thing you do.
So do as you please;
I offer to you this heart of mine.
For you to take it would be my eternal pleasure,
And for you to break it my eternal privilege.

Mystery

I hope that it'll forever be one I can't fully unravel, but keep at it anyway.