you

you were so close yet so far

cruising along two separate parallels

where there are no points of intersection

now, the hurt

the words

and the assumptions has pushed us further

i no longer want to be in the same room as you

much less hold a conversation with you

i no longer want to be a part of your life

nor have you be a pat of mine

in this time and day,

where communications and networks interconnect

and where different lives cross paths,

sometimes without us knowing,

i fight to stay afloat

and atop of this situation

i do not want to be the recipient of your guilt-tripping

of your words of hurt,

whether intentional or not,

i wish to segment myself away from you,

as best as i can

that phone call shall be the last,

and the only ever words we shall share with each other from now on

it, or rather, i have had enough

i am no bearer of the future

nor am i to predict the outcomes of our paths

if we were to meet and befriend again,

we shall

if not, this is goodbye

take heed,

let's leave it at that

and not on an attempt at sour redemption

move on, and know that there is a life beyond

beyond this episode

beyond this gates of past encounter

lost

quiet so loud it pierces through her eardrums

stillness so unmoving it violently attacks her body

blackness so amplified it sears her sight

and there she lies,

alone and faceless

unknown terrain and shattering blindness

no moon nor light to shine the way

wandering without an clue of what lies ahead

not even clear if her feet is still stepping on the ground

with her fear rising she trudges forth

only to face more fright and scare as the burning rain falls

and then she falls

uncontrolled and unrestrained

never to surface again

want/need

in the late hours of the night

craving to speak to someone

anyone in fact

wishing that there was something better to do

than staring into darkness

with nothing but a thousand thoughts swirling in the mind

but deep down

the truth is held

that the one person creating this hollow

is far and beyond

unable and impossible to speak

the feeling is untold and unimaginable

mixed and usual, it grows deeper and bigger

there are no words that can comprehend the swell of emotion

but the truth is to be told

the one person to left this state is far and beyond

unable and impossible to speak

heartbroken II

everytime we fight, it's because of me

and after every fight we come to the conclusion that it's usually me

but everytime i try to convince myself it's just me, i can't

so is it me that's continuously being a horrible girlfriend

or is there something deeper laying underneath

i will do anything for you, anything at all

even if it means going out of my way, or making sacrifices

be it big or small

however, deep in my heart my heart still aches so badly

maybe it's true...

i'm just asking for too much

heartbroken

she doesn't seem like she's good enough for him

she doesn't feel like she's perfect enough for him

she doesn't understand what she has to do to win him over

is she doing something wrong?

why wouldn't he just spend more time with her

sacrifice time like she will readily do

find opportunities to meet and hang out

she regrets her time constraints and is trying her best

but he is not doing enough

or so she feels

is she just being an anal possessive girl?

harsh

sitting in the dark

staring at the harsh backlight

the blinking text line mocking, taunting

a mind filled with immense expression

overflowing with unspoken script

the inability to escape

the impotence to articulate

ringing high and strong

never will one know the anguish

and emotion weathered that day

by the frail lonely being

hurt

it's the telltale signs

the symptoms that suggest an oncoming storm

the pain in the chest

the squeeze of the heart

the tightening in the throat

the pressure from the tear ducts

holding it in

and controlling all the overwhelming hurt

grasping the push

and clinging onto the force of all the gushing emotion

but after it all,

the fight is lost

and fat thick acid pours down

and the tears never stop