We’re naturally born “unique”, and we can do something “extraordinary”. But to be “unusual” is exceptional. What are things makes us unusual? I have no idea. However, All I know is being unusal is absolute, not for all but for the few who look deeper to you.
I hate people were just mouth-merciful but Ill-compassionate, because of that I started to ask and think whom among them is the real ‘kind’.
The ecstacy of love was the reason why she kept holding on before
She too dumb fighting for you
Believing one way or somehow you change
Prolonging her patience with your stuborness
She’s keeping herself low-key with non-sense arguments
Playing non-chalant in every careless words you’ve said
Holding back her tears after you chat her off
She’s putting aside her intuition
She’s dodging the bullets of cheats
She’s swallowing her pride and your sweet lies
She’s making herself blind not to see your vices
She’s martyr per say
But one night, from her long crawl of sadness — she took a glance to look at the mirror
Sought her own reflection tired and blue
Her eyes are burned from long sober
Her skin was dried like a petal of white rose unwatered
She realized that she lost her soul
Her beauty and her grace
And now the pang of tiredness shivering throughout her body
The coldness embracing her heart
“The time has come….” she said on her mind
“All I want is someone to love me back” she added while a single tear flowing through her delicate cheek
She picked up the phone and send a reply
“I’m leaving you not to set you free, but to emancipate myself from the slavery of your love. I don’t deserve you and you don’t deserve me.”
With no assurance, she geared up herself to embrace positivity when the dusk come.
And now, you kneeling on the ground begging her to come back
But she said “Enough! I’m done.”
Her heart is not that slick for you unlike before, your new sweet dispositions never occur to her
You ignoring her love and efforts
And now she’s rejecting you without being relentless
Frustrated? That is the aftertaste of your being insensitive
The feeling of unappreciated and unwanted ~~ it hurts
She’s no longer inlove with you
You are nothing now
Because the best way for her to be happy is letting herself go from you
Because you are a living hell
A boy who puts someone hearts into burden.
You saved me
May I call you my great messiah?
Who saved me from nightmare of past
That turn my pain into hope
You let me shed into your home
That only few can make through on your comfort zone
May I consider myself lucky? By the way
You turn my melancholy into non-chalant
And you taught me again to breathe the bliss
And get a perfect space to fits and live with peace
Heal me from the sorrow I’ve been
Heal me from bullets I’d try to dodge
Heal me from putting my heart broke into pieces
Heal me to be a new version of me
And heal me from nostalgic memories taunting me every moment.
I’m just done watching My Ex and Whys .(Our Local Movie here in Philippines – if you mind to watch it eventually, search it with english subtitles) Even though I’m not kind of person who patronized cliché filipino movies, I can’t also deny that few of them somehow a little brilliant on different horizon.
My Ex and Whys depicts obviously all about a second time around, a conflict get cleared between former lovers that eventually getting back in the end ( happy endings LoL ). But mostly it’s all about a promise you abode but failed to commit. Taking risk to trust again – Broken promises in short. But the things really caught me and get me into a tearjerking state was the line – a questions lingering by the main character, who suffering from pain of dishonesty and cheating. A questions about what things she miss or insufficient to exert. And a questions why she need to suffer with those pain? To point it affects the way she lived and perceived.
You know, I’m actually on that present state (kind of) – many questions buggling me through my head and a little intution. In my case, although I’ve had enough with him already, accepted the reality, and forgave him to things he’d done to me ( even though he never say sorry to me. Well,idk if he’s playing non-chalant or naive or just an ordinary f*ckboy ) I’m still asking myself why he need to do that to me? I just want to spill out the beans and ask many things but I don’t know how to begin. It’s not easy on my part – I’m still in pain every time I see him, feeling his presence on my premises , and hearing his name spoken by somebody.
But the movie taught me as well that instead asking yourself different questions, don’t look the answer that it will just hurt you or not – but live like the answer just always in front of you. Live because you are the answer. Because we are the better half of somebody – a missing chunk of ones life.
Because of that,I’m sound pity but I believe time heal me, little by little. And somehow worthy to my heart and trust.
He is ideal, the one I was dreaming about, my ideal type of relationship and I though that would be – but he just tore it. He demobilized my perfect fantasy and he turn it into surreality. Bad. Oh well, I don’t need to think about it anymore (I guess). But I know, I’m a good sport I keen myself in good disposition in all circumstances.
I’m okay. I know that – it’s time to “REALLY” let him go. Thank You my ex and whys (drama..).
Just last word. Don’t afraid to be hurt again.
I hate myself being so sorry to people whose really not deserve my sincere apology.