Your Stupid Face Stuck In My Mind

There are days when I can't stop thinking about you. I know I shouldn't but my laziness to control my emotions and brain waves is weaker than my eagerness to think of you once again. We both moved on. But still I can't help it not to think what if... and the possible chances and things we could be having and doing if I've decided to take your hand. I can't really blame myself because there's nothing to be blamed of. I wanted reassurance. You couldn't promise such thing because you only wanted to breathe in the then-present. I wasn't secured in your arms because I knew you would fly away sooner or later. You thought I was ridiculous for demanding the future which was unknown to everyone. There are times when I wonder if you ever liked me that much as you said. If you ever think of me now. If you ever miss me. I know I shouldn't, but there are nights when I think of your thick lips and wonder how they taste now, almost 1 year and so after our last kiss. If I ever see you again, and if you notice me and remember my face, I'd run to you and kiss your lips. No I wouldn't. I'd probably just give you a smile and then get so distracted afterwards wondering what if...

Two Worlds

I'm stressed
paranoid
anxious
and tired
but you wouldn't know
'cause you're in your own world
a world that doesn't include me
when you claim there's only you and me
but deep down
we both know
we've grew apart
so far away we don't even kiss
make love
laugh together
you blame me for my insanity
madness
and moodiness
and I shout at you
for not being understanding
considering
a man I can count on
I want my life back
I want my smile back
I want my freedom back.

Run To You

I wanna run to you
and tell you how much
I've missed you
But if I come to you
I don't think
You'll take me in your arms
Because you've already forgotten me
You've already moved on
While I'm still here
Dreaming that one day
I'll run to you
And stay in your arms.

Number 2

She was at the same bar, drinking the usual glass of wine, waiting for the same person every night.

He was working there, serving numerous drinks, chit chatting with his customers, longing for the one who can truly talk and listen to him.

The bar was called Number 2. The boss named it, hoping that lonely souls could have a nice time there, and leaving the place holding hands with someone who make them feel special.

A lot of the customers did indeed meet their other halves there. Some lasted, some not so lucky.

It was Christmas Eve, and the place was crowded with people cheering, laughing, enjoying the night.

But the woman wasn't there. The bar tender was wondering after all she was bored and had other better things to do on that special night.

When the bar was about to close, the woman was there. He was surprised to see her and asked if he could help her with anything.

She said: come home with me, that's the place we belong together.

He couldn't believe in his eyes. He ran to her and asked: honey, you finally remember me!!!! Yes yes, we go home now, we go back to our home now my sweetie...

They met many years ago in that bar, but her memory was slowly deteriorating until she couldn't recognize most of the people she knew. She only remembered the bar, the glass of wine, the same table and chair where she met the man of her life. He had been tremendously patient with her throughout the years hoping that one day, for a split second she remembered him, holding his hand to walk back home, together. And finally that day had arrived.

Uncontrollable 111

It was precisely 111 heartbeats I had in the exact minute when you looked into my eyes and whispered "I will always, always love you my woman". I don't care if those words will one day fade away, or whatsoever. Right in that moment, even right now, I embraced and will keep believing in that simple yet melting whisper.

................

i think i'm depressed.

i'm just exaggerating.

but i'm really unwell.

Here We Go Again

I really hate
missing you
I hate that
annoying
tingling
pinch
right in my heart
reminding me
how much
I miss
seeing
your stupid face
I hate
the fact
that I still
think of you
even though
I've promised myself
not to.
I hate it.