“I’ve got a confession to make
-I’m no fool”
CRAP!
Whom am I fooling? I AM SUCH A BIG FOOL – full of my own silly folly, full of things that only ridicule me, FULL OF CRAP!
“the best,
the best of u”
Why do u keep having all these weird, freaky feelings inside of u when all that u ever wanted to do is keep all those unnecessary emotions away – so far away - in a galaxy far, far away?
Why is it that u keep feeling so deeply and strongly about someone when the person barely knows u r alive? Sometimes have never even known u existed?
why do u tell people that u r okay when u r still bleeding inside - though the wound is healing but still the pain is very much REAL n yet your heart bleeds? why do u say u’ve moved on when u keep hanging on to the past memories, the nostalgia?
why do u lie even to urself that everything is fine when u know that u still remember? why do u mention that life goes on when u can’t really forgive and forget - not even letting yourself win and rule over your overrated feelings?
The ghosts of u keep haunting me – my dreams, my life, my being, my heart, my soul…
the ghosts of u keep coming - never giving me a single second of peace…
the ghosts of u keep appearing in my sleep and even in my sleepless states too…
i wish i could awaken from this nightmare - from this hope of love - from this love of hope…
- rise from the despairs of
love and hope
hope and love
- not worth wasting my time
for something as fragile and fleeting
even if there’s essence of greatest beauty
in them
not at this point in my life…
why do u keep searching for something that never was - for something that never is and never will be? why do u keep wondering and stealing glances at things u r so familiar with - to look and seek for the face, the presence of the one u try so hard to ignore and forget?
why such irony? why such separate realities? why such differences? why such indecision?
let’s keep something near - sanity, rationale, logic - something concrete and can be touched - the sense of longing, hurting and PAIN 
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