Because it is of tears and hope
All
I ever wanted you to do was feel what I feel and get treated the way I get
treated. I want you to exhale the air in the sky like I exhale it. But all you
ever did was feeling different. All you did was wash your hands with the air.
All I ever did was feel the feeling of really loving someone to the extent that
it suffocates me. It makes me forget how air even feels like and I sometimes
forget about myself. To be true to you, there is nothing wrong with me feeling
this way. Nothing is wrong. What is wrong is the way you and I perceive it.
What happen to the promise u made me to always be there no matter how I feel?
Because at the stage that I’m standing now, the only accompany I have is the
shadow of myself. Each time I tell you how I really feel, you tell me you
understand and maybe deep down in you, you really don’t.
Each
time I look at you and each time our eyes meet, the love I feel measures up to
the air that moves around me. But sometimes I wonder, if it really is, can you
at least teach me how to dig into the palm of my hands and remind me how close
you and I used to be? What happened to the guy who made me feel so secure
without even trying hard to do so? What happen to my ultimate movie partner?
What happen to the guy I once knew. Yes, I get the point that people change but
when you change and left me at my worst, it’s more than just tearing me apart, and
it’s more than instant suicide. It is losing faith and hope. The two elements
that have been keeping me strong all this while.
I try so hard each day to not text or call you
to see if you would. Each day, I try so hard to be at my best because I know of
all the girls and people out there who are much better. Each day, I try to feel
secure about myself but I can’t. Each day, I’d swallow my pride and put all the
effort I could give. Each and every single day, I try really hard and I don’t
know if you’d notice. The loud me that you see each day has her very own dark
side. I’m afraid of my own shadow because I know that I will never be good
enough for anyone, especially you. I’m afraid to express how I really feel
because I’m afraid of being laughed at. I’m afraid of happy moments because I
know it won’t last. I’m afraid of sadness because I despise tears. I’m afraid.
I’m insecure. I’m unsure of everything that revolves around me. And the biggest
thing I’m afraid of is the fact that I’m deprived of the future
you and I will never ever have.
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