Goodbye..

I choose to be tensed?
If so, I wouldn't even want to take that call from you.
If so, I wouldn't even want to listen to you.
If so, I wouldn't even want to talk to you.
If so, I wouldn't even want to be here.

If being tensed up is a choice, I would rather ignore ur call and just do nothing.
I would choose that.

You've pushed me too far this time.
Never a sorry for the things you did to me.
And I can easily give it for the things I've done.
I guess sorry is a very valuable word.
I dont deserve to have one.

I rather walk this road alone from now on.

Goodbye, this is where it all ends.

Toyed

you think I dont know?

do your thing behind me, hope that I wont find out.

how can I befriend the culprits that know all these things and never to think about me?

they contribute the hurting of your love one,

who is more important to you? love one? your friends?

you choose them over me. you tell me what am I supposed to do?

maybe I'll just let you teamed up with them and continue the hurting.

maybe I should just let you.

be with them, be free. let my misery go.

There won't be a thrid name.

Bonnie Parker and Clyde Burrows.

Two names,

Two persona,

Who am I?

Just a nobody.

then why, oh why can't I

somewhere over the rainbow,
way up high,
there's a land that i dream of,
once in a lullaby,

somewhere over the rainbow,
skies are blue,
and the dream that you dare to dream,
really do come true,

someday i'll wished upon a star,
and wake up where the clouds are far,
behind me,
where troubles melt like lemon drops,
high above the chimney tops,
there's where you'll find me,

oh somewhere over the rainbow,
bluebirds fly,
birds fly over the rainbow,
why then, oh why can't i..

I can't get this song of my head somehow, especially the glee version of it..

dreams do come true for some of us, at least mine had..
and its with you..

something happened and it might crush it..
terrible awful words uttered, apologies?.. it can't be reversed..
what said was said..

even if apology granted.. self forgiveness is an issue..

it's scarred. everything is..

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as stupid as it sounds..
im actually distracting myself from missing you..

it's hard.. but i really wished you'll have fun without me.
then, maybe goodbye might not be hard..

I'll miss everything we shared, all of it..

I love you, all my heart.

memories of the past

things you saw,
things you said,
things you did,
things you felt,
things you experienced,
things you encountered,

every single thing happened in your life, there's memories of it,
fond or not fond of it, you somehow will miss the moments one day or another,
it is a part of you.

some of the things you mentioned that you miss, i can't helped feeling sad..

those are the moments.. that im not a part of you.

missing piece

If..

Someone told him that 'if' is a very irritating word and somehow, it fits perfectly on what running through his mind now.

He really thought that he is her missing piece of her jigsaw puzzle.

but is he the right piece that fits perfectly into the empty space?
or he isn't?

with him, appeared into her life..
does he made her life better?

maybe he did, and maybe he did not.

will she force the piece into the empty blank space even though it doesn't fit?

it's a choice

|| when you're being pushed away,

|| question is, will you go further away?

|| or you'll get close again?