How I miss this. Blogging and reading at the same time. Lying in my bed earphones plugged on in my ears. Acoustic songs playing in my music player. Connecting my thoughts on and would post it here.
I feel the pain and the sadness behind those words, thoughts and poems she writes.
The thing here is that you let her hopes and expectations up. You let her hope that you love her when the truth is you not. I love you is just a normal word to you. Never thinking if someone might assume. Now, she’s broken and you don’t have any idea that she was broken because of YOU.
I keep on trying to find a song that can describe
how I feel with the hope that
maybe it’ll make this emptiness seem less empty
but then I remember, you can’t rhyme
"pain" with just "I’m sorry"
I can’t wait for the time that I would meet the right person that God gave to me. Who would understand my flaws, imperfections and mood swing.
I can’t wait to tell him how much I love him, how I admire him on being contented to me. I can’t wait to be on a situation where the option is breaking up but he choose to hold my hand and we will still fight for the love we have for each other.
I know after all this heartbreaks I’ve been through I am close to the right one. God is still writing my love story. All I need to do is wait, and make myself be better to the one who is destiny to be with me.
Pain is not easy to embrace, But, in my experience there is no way round it. We all need to accept and embrace life as it is. Pain is universal. we all experience it. An understanding of this can highlight empathy, then we understand that we are not alone, we are not different. This understanding may lead us to awaken the compassion in our hearts that is crying out to be released.
Stuck in a generation where loyalty is just a tattoo, love is just a quote and lying is the new truth:
The person who said
He would never leave me,
Was the first one who walked away.
It’s sad to say that
The person who means a world to you
You mean nothing to him
A toy which he can play everytime he wants
A trash that can be left when he founds something new
You are beautiful
Stop chasing a boy who only good in fucking and shits
Don’t use your beauty to pleasure every boy in the street
Make them drool and want you more every each day
Show them that you are worth a wait
Worth to be respected
Worth to be court in your house
Worth to be treated as a queen and not a slave
Love yourself first
Show them your best shot.