Saturday, January 19, 2008


I don't know why I feel this way. I thought I got over you. I thought I would never be like this. I hope you're aware of what I did for you when you were so drunk, intoxicated and was lying on the beach. I know it's called martyrdom. But hey, I was being nice. I was crying while trying to take care of you. I hope you'll remember all of those.

I know I expected a lot of things but I am aware that it'll all be just one of my daydreams. I like it when you would open up to me and give me advices about life. I really held on to those and still incorporating it to my own life. I also love those poems that you wrote. They're all in a safe box to remind me that someone gave time to compose a poem for me.

I was trying to hold my tears during that night. I even tried to make you laugh. I was also making jokes to hide my feelings. So after I leave, I hope you'll remember those simple things that I did. I know it's nothing to you but those were gestures that can really tell that I cared.

I know, this is cheesy but these lines are really what I'm feeling right now

I can't pretend these tears aren't overflowing steadily
I can't prevent this hurt from almost overtaking me
But I will stand and say goodbye
For you'll never be mine
Until you know the way it feels to fly...

Tuesday, January 1, 2008



it's a new year
miserable state
thanks to vodka
my mind is higher

why those tears?
when i am aware of it
i hate being in this shit
is it because that i assumed?

next time, don't think about it
there's no such thing
unless the universe wanted me to have it
well, i am just making an ASS out of U and ME