Month: October 2014

Soft;
The feel of your touch,
Telling me I should never
Let go.

Rough;
The texture of your hands,
Yet I don’t want to
Lose hold.

Submissive;
The nature of your personality,
Yet you make me feel
So possessed.

Lingering;
The taste of you,
Sending chills down my spine
Butterflies in my groin.

If I were light;
I would shine on you,
And be your shadow.
Calm, unnoticed.

If I were darkness;
I would reflect on you,
Your scars, painful past.
Pain, unnoticed.

If I were pain;
I would feel neglected,
You reject me.
Strong, brave, unnoticed.

If I were love;
I would be full of you,
Mysterious.
Passion, unnoticed.

If I could, I would;
Defy the laws of time.
Then don’t,
Leave.

If I knew, I should;
Give up on my life.
There is no,
Purpose.

If only, if only;
A dream surreal.
Don’t tell me,
I can’t feel.

If you ever try;
To let me know.
Give up now,
I will blow.

I do believe everyone is bipolar to an extent. In fact, we are so bipolar I don’t think we should be called “fake” anymore. “Fakeness” is something that we have come to adapt to, something we have come to accept as a happening in everyday life. I mean, everyone is different and it should only be right that everyone be treated the way they wanted to…. even if it means to be different to them.

At the end of the day, if they never find out that we are merely putting on a show, isn’t their happiness still true? We could be deceived but if the deceiving happiness lasts, then why shouldn’t it? Then, is it considered true happiness? You were truly happy, before you found out you were lied to, right?

Why do people seek the truth? What is the value in truth? Isn’t there something better, something more worth than knowing the truth? And why is it that people break down after finally knowing it? Why do you push for something you know that will break your heart? If it’s meant to be known to you, you will be informed of it anyway. Why push it? Why push for something that doesn’t bring you happiness? You know why. Don’t you?

We all play hard to get, desiring the things we can’t get. We don’t cherish it anymore when we get it. When we lose it we start realizing how much it meant to us again. Humans work in a funny way. This is the beauty of flawed opinions. Naivety.

As this post turns into a rant, a reflection of my blurred thoughts, my unclear desires. What do I want? What can I get? How far should I push the limits? Will I make a change? Am I worth the wait?

Some questions are not meant to be answered, some answers are carried to our graves. Somehow, regardless of 7 billion people on the planet, sometimes you are the only person you can fully trust. Nobody owes you anything. Yet, some things cannot be made known to anyone else. 7 billion people and you can’t find anyone to trust your most private matters to.

Keep it cool, the storm will be over. Soon. Maybe not. I doubt. Never.

Ever.

She was anything but predictable;
She was anything but tough.
Hidden all her life,
The scars she has to hide.

If anything, she was afraid;
Above all, she needed strength.
Some unspeakable secrets,
Shut her mind.

Impenetrable;
A dark side never crossed.
You wouldn’t want to trespass,
Even thought she invites you to.

Falling for you;
Something inevitable.
If you saw the scars,
Could you change her?