frisky kid

To hate something that you used to love.

Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.

When someone could show you heaven, that person could show you hell too

Ain’t it something? You’ve become the story I’ve been waiting to write, yet when I least expect it, you turn into the nightmare I’ve been trying to avoid getting stuck in. I wanted to love without being left, and to leave without the wounds, but, who makes it out alive anyway? I tell myself, “This time it’s going to be different.” I go right instead of left, just to wind up at the same place where you and I collide. They never said it would be easy, but I didn’t think it would be this hard. And I don’t know what leaves you less damaged-leaving or being left.

i crave most what i have not tasted.

From the moment I let go too, someone better came. Someone I never thought I’d never care with. Someone I never expected. He was just around the corner but all I see was you. He never waited for me to move on. He never waited for me to like him either. We are as ordinary as how we viewed each other. Same friends. Same town. But never got the chance to talk. But the next thing I know, for everytime I wake up all I think of is him. He was just nothing to me and I never thought he would be this important now. And then I realized, you just got to let go of the bad ones to stop the bad things from happening. You don’t have to forget the old good memories but keep it instead. Sometimes letting go is not exactly forgetting but opening doors for new beginnings. P.S Stop. We all have our limits and it ends here.

Is that why you’re high all the time, because you can’t just be?” I ask absentmindedly.   “What?”    I draw my eyes away from the tiny twinkling lights and look at him. He is frowning. “You’re always high. Is it because you don’t know how to be happy?

At the end of the day people won’t remember what you said or did, they will remember how you made them feel.