Twinkle

I know you are so much more than this.

I know you are so much more than the laughter and sarcasm, so much more than the cheerfulness and the excitement.

I know.

It’s nearing a whole year since everything “officially” happened though I’m sure it has already been more than a year “unofficial”. I’m thankful for everything that has happened in between including the harshest storms and the coldest nights, because at the end of it all I know by a miracle or not the sun will rise again. I’m thankful for the dreadful agreement I made that somehow brought you to me because it is really a blessing in disguise and I’m thankful for all the wrong paths we took that eventually made sense now that we look back at the past one year.

I congratulate myself for having seen something others did not – something that is precious beyond words to describe.

I celebrate myself for being weak when I should not – we overcame a distance we never thought we would walk.

You have a twinkle in your eyes that illuminates me. Your sincerity to me makes me understand how it is at all possible to trust someone wholeheartedly. You’re like a filament that never stops glowing – even when your flame is put off there is a spark still struggling to ignite again. Everything is crystal clear around you, even when it’s a muffled mess. Everything falls into place perfectly even when nothing is going our way.

You’re the brightest star that never shone in public. You’re a burning flame concealed in layers and layers of protection.

I’ve never been so captivated in my life.

Please, stay this way.

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How many? How many of you are broken? How many of you cut yourself on your fragile pieces of your heart? How many times have I turned a blind eye to your pain, because I was too absorbed in my own? How can I stand by and treat this like a job, when I should be trying to make you happier, because that’s more important that a video? Why did it turn out like this? How can we hold faith when the demons punch so much harder? How many more times must we burn, before we cannot rise from the ashes once more?
I cannot do this. I cannot do this. I don’t want this pain, I don’t want your pain, I don’t want pain. I want to sleep and never wake up. Why is life so tough? Why are we so weak?

How do we make it stop?

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