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

irony

it's rather ironic

when human beings are created to feel pain

pain that we physically feel

and at least once,

every single person will experience this pain

but when we stop thinking about the pain

we will lose the pain when we start living

just in time

so long ago, they took a chance

but chance won't take them

maybe it was the timing

it could have been a collision of paths that did not match

and hence the two left it there

doing nothing,fearing

one unsure if their love would last

or waver with time

at present day,

after a long hiatus of brief acquaintance

like romeo found juliet

their paths crossed again

and this time, it was right

it was time and luck;

chance and fate;

love and trust

now, they walk hand in hand

their fates entwined;

destinies ordained

i will

i fell really hard

but i learnt so much from this

i will fall in love and give my all at the sound of the whistle

i will feel and give my passion at the sound of the horn

i will hurt and cry when it all crumbles

i will feel the stab and admit my failure when it all disintegrates

but i will move on and move forward after time

but i will let go and live life after it all

nothing will hold me back

because i have courage and i have strength