The best part about talking with myself is that I don't have to say it outloud. I'm afraid that when I utter the words, it all becomes too real. And I know me, I was not made for this reality. All through my life I've been proved wrong, about things that should've been right. I've loved the wrong people and hated the right ones. Ever since, I've tried a thousand times to find someone who thinks alike and empty-handed I've returned a thousand times too. Maybe it's the debt of my sins. I fear that when I grow up and look back, I'll look back to regrets and half-fulfiled life; a life that I actually did not 'live'. I fear that I'll become a person that the present me is so desperately trying not to become. I fear that the people I am trying to prove wrong will end up being right and in the rocks of eternity, I'll end up being engraved as a failure. I know I've ended up hating the people I've loved. Something just happens and I know it's me to blame. I fear that the fear of leaving another someone I love, I won't be able to love anyone, anymore.
A few years down the road, and the world will seem too familiar and all the wrong will feel like right, and I'll know I've changed but I'll be too tired to care.
I will write for you tomorrow, I promise. But tonight let me explore the horizon and the beyond. Let me cross the river, and climb the hills. I will not forget about you, I promise. You'll be with me all throughout, like my shadow plastered to the Earth, but I fear the nights, for you shall go away. But the sun shall always rise, and we'll be together again. Let me write about the wilderness, but honey, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't already felt it in you. It's just today I want to know the world, and what it holds, I've spent too much time, knowing the known. I will write for you tomorrow, I promise. But, this one time I want to know the unknown #writersnetwork
Remember those fairytales that tell us, how your first love should be. You showed me how first love is; Young, wild and almost always incomplete.
I never had the finest of everything, but one touch of you, and I had eveything of the finest; You, me and love.
I relive those days every single moment, even if I know that visiting you even in my memories, is going back to the devil himself.
You have taught me so many things; but mostly that love don't stay.
I have been many kinds of foolish, but with you I shut my eyes, trusting you with my everything. Is that why it was so easy to fool me, or was it because first love almost always is incomplete? #writersnetwork
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See everyday he slips from me, a little more farther and so, i slip a little more to come close to him. I wonder how can u love a person that u have never even talked to, than again, isn't that what love is; stupid. To be with him, i'd love to be, but again to be with him is also a dream. You always ask whom my poems are dedicated to, than today I shall tell u the truth. It is written for him, even though he is someone I don't know, even though he is the future I cannot have, I can make him stay in my poems, somewhere he'll never be able to slip.
I can hit you where it hurts, and watch you bleed. I can stand there undaunted by your cries, and think, 'Oh! What a relief'. Love, you've heard all the poems and stories I wanted you to hear, Seen all the things I wanted you to see. But what about the poems and stories I wrote sitting beside darkness, that only my pen and mind knows about. What about the times, the blood-wrenching scenes that unveil before my eyes, that I do not write about.
Darling, I can kill you with my words. So, stay away from me. #writersnetwork