'Twas a school day when I met you.
"Who’s your crush?", the first thing I asked you.
Weird may it seems, but you didn’t hesitate to,
You gave me an answer, I didn’t tell anyone who.
We treated each other the best,
We had a lot of fun, I was never stressed.
I never assumed ‘till you confessed,
You said you like me, I was filled with so much zest.
I watched you prove something.
I enjoyed us, midnight communicating.
I wasn’t ready to commit, you said you’ll be waiting.
So I believed you ‘till one day, there’s something missing.
You left me in the middle of everything. To you, I felt no one.
I was really hurt to find out you were someone’s someone.
I thought you’ll be my first one,
Fooled by your I Love You, you turned all to none.
Now, as much as I’m afraid to be alone,
I am afraid to find and trust someone.
As much as I’m afraid to lose someone,
I am afraid to love someone.
I cannot blame you why I’ve loved you long,
I thought it was all right, ‘till I realized it was all wrong.
I prayed for your happiness so I would stop hoping,
'Cause when I see you, I feel like I was drowning.
I’ve been to two places with you : to my fairytale, and to my nightmare,
Someone who sees through the heart will see mine with, “Handle it with Care”.
You are, yet, my great love,
Will I ever give and feel the same? Not the pain, but the true love.
when i’m older i’m not going to be able to take days off when i get nervous
and want to sit under the bed covers and breathe in the dark.
now, you make me go to the places i need to be
(but i still get nervous on the bus).
someone once told me that as i grew up, i would realise that no one else had a fucking clue what they were doing either,
but it seems like everyone i talk to is just feigning ignorance and making headway when i’m not looking
and i do not know what i am doing.
I dont have the prettiest hair, most expressive eyes, pointy nose, the most kissable lips. Eyebags are showin’ and at times, pimples grow on my face. I aint sexy. Im skinny. I am not the smartest. I am lazy most of the times. I do not know how to cook though Im willing to learn. I am not showy. Im crazy and sometimes loud. I got a lot of flaws and a page wouldnt be enough for them. We all need someone who would love us for our beauty and as well as for our imperfections. Insecurities are erased through acceptance : self acceptance and acceptance from others. To love and be loved is a good feeling. But to those who havent found their superman, like me, let’s embrace ourselves and gather love from those who are are around us, not from those who aren’t. We may not get what or whom we like, but we can still be glad by appreciating those who need us and consider us as their happiness. Make them happy and we’ll surely receive ours soon. :)
Hello, Mr. Eyeglasses.
I first met you in one of my classes.
My buddies befriended you as time passes.
They said we could be one of the perfect matches.
It was summer when I evenly got to know you.
You were kind and funny, what they’ve told me was true.
It was then, you became one of my eye’s favorite view.
I would extend my days with only you,
That, I’d be glad, if they’d let me to.
Summer ended and had our ways separated.
A new semester has started realizing that I’m quite tested.
Are we really fated or would I just consider myself jested?
I hope you wouldn’t make me feel affectionated
When time comes, all I have for you becomes faded.
You make me smile like the sun,
fold out of bed,
sing like a bird,
dizzy in my head,
spin like a record,
crazy on a Sunday night..
You make me dance like a fool,
forget how to breathe,
shine like gold,
buzz like a bee.
Just the thought of YOU can MAKE ME SMILE. :)
i. Sometimes, I still can’t believe all of it —
ii. The way you look at me, I mean, really look at me — as if I am something good, something lovely and pearly — and I ask you what you’re thinking and you say, “Don’t you ever realize that maybe I just really like looking at you?”
iii. Or when you are driving me home and the traffic light turns red, and you reach up to my face with your hands and smile, like I’ve just done something marvelous and worthy, and you kiss me softly on the cheek.
iv. Exactly how, and when, have we begun to mean this much to each other? And my god, what have I done to deserve this? To deserve you? To deserve a beautiful boy who burns the depths of my soul with his sunset eyes?
v. I mean, really, if you don’t call this a miracle, I don’t know what is.