Friday, March 26, 2010

Improbable Chances Brought Me to You

No, I'm not mad because you found the means to walk out of my life and leave everything to die with the echoes of these broken promises but I’m mad for the simple fact that I haven’t.

The pain is as clear as the morning dew that struggles to not fall off the brim of this leaf or the tears that were once conceived on the bends of these fogged vision eyes. And it was always difficult for me to put my feelings into words but it was even more difficult to believe that even a slight trace of my message can get through your already stolen heart.

It’s impracticable that I can turn the other cheek and look away as if you were just another vague acquaintance, not when my open arms had held you through those daunting nights as we both cried from the misery that this life had brought us to.

But we did it together and that was all that mattered.

Now, all that matters or all we have left are these memories. Some for good and some for bad but I’m willing to take them with me tomorrow.

All that remains to my disheartening thoughts is a simple question: Will you be there?

Monday, March 22, 2010

Diagnosed with a Lonesome Night

I swear, you're almost as innocent as a natural disaster but as contagious as any sexually transmitted disease.

But I've just been diagnosed with love and the doctors informed me that I'm dying. Will you be by my bedside?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Aspirations are Followed By a Price

I want this blade to dig deep enough through my skin so that somehow, this pain can spontaneously turn into passion.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Uneven Equalities

Because this is the only way I know how to live! And that's to love you more than you will ever know.

But as much as you may or may not know, it will never be enough.
So tell me, how should I die?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Overlooking the Unnoticed Stars

Well, of course the stars at night are beautiful but the stars we hold with our hearts shine brighter than anything we see with our eyes.

Friday, March 12, 2010

The Remaining Lungs

After every last trickle of blood has fallen and after the cruel beating that this world had brought me through
...I am finally on my knees and begging for air.

At least I can die with the comfort of knowing that I could depend on you to let me breathe.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Am I lost?

Can you find me?

I'm standing in between the corner of memory lane and your lost feelings.