455 Heartbeats Of Possessiveness

There are times

when part of your past

your present

triggers me

those are the times

when I realize

how jealous and possessive

I can be

feelings that I've never

noticed myself to have

towards anyone else

before,

those are the times

when I know

this is it

this is the man

the right guy

who's been able

to awake all these

disturbing senses

in me

driving me extremely

annoying

possessive

jealous

and ridiculous

when I know

she and she and another she

had

or trying to have

whatever something

with you,

I'm sorry

but should I apologize?

why should I?

no, I shouldn't

'cause this is me

this is how I am

when I'm sure

I want

I need

I must be with

you

when I know

I'm the right one for you

the only

you must be with

need

and want

so please,

bear with

my stubbornness

my childishness

my possessiveness

because

you are

my man

and mine only.

Looking For The Moon In The Morning

I called you because I needed to hear your voice. Not because I had something to tell you. You once said "it's not about what you do or say, what matters, at times, it's the things that you were supposed to do and say but you just don't do it! that's what matters the most!"... Yea, that's what matters the most... I miss you. I miss you so much... I almost thought I saw you in the lift today, until I saw his face and realized there was this huge disappointment dropped on me. You weren't there. Once again, I was in a crowded place feeling the loneliest person in the world only because you weren't next to me.

And here I am, repeating the same mistake by not saying out loud what's inside me, what is supposed to be said. I guess that's the reason why we are apart until the day when I can finally tell you what you've been waiting for so long.

R.I.P.

His wife is gone. He told us they were all prepared for the worst after all these years of pain. Still his eyes were swollen because of the many tears he left the other night. They'd been together for more than 50 years, it'd been a long run for them. Seeing the love of his life leaving must had been really painful and desperate, which only he can describe if words can really portrait the hurt. He shed some tears while giving us a candy, which is a tradition when people pass away. He tried hard not to show a tiny chunk of his weakness, but it was obvious that it was too painful to retain too much hurt in his heart.

Cars are racing out there because of the annual Grand Prix, but the silence here in the office is louder than the noise they make...

Love(s)

I'm not really sure if this is love. Well, at least not anymore. Call me selfish. Call me whatever you want for coming up with such a conclusion without asking for your opinion. There's no one else to blame, except myself. I thought everything was beautiful. Everything was unique. Too different from the previous ones. But not really. They all end up to be the same thing. The same boring cycle of falling in love and then.. out of love.