i told myself to stand.
even with my sprained ankle and a dislocated knee,
i ran.
i dont need your pathetic pity nor your attention.
you make me sound like im a spoilt brat.
like a primary school kid who needs attention.
all i know is i still cared.
whether im in town or not.
and i fucking have grown fatter.
your perspective differ.
so does mine.
and it does take two hands to clap.
things arent going to well for me.
and i hope yours is getting better.
ranting would be the word i would use.
but the actual fact would be i need to say or write it down somewhere.
angst mustnt be part of what im feeling now.
because it will just make matter worst.
whatever is broken can be mend.
but whether it looks the same, i beg to differ.
it might be my fucking mistake.
but i hope you'll understand someday.
nothing matters to me no more.
for all i care, i live my life for myself and not for others.
i mean it when i smile always.
if forgive and forget really works,
i would have a piece of mind and be a lonely person.
the thought of feeling contented,
was the day i knew i had you by my side.
someone told me, listen to your fucking heart sometimes,
rather than your puny little brain.
and not let others judge for you.
because once its missing, you cant find it easily.
Friendship often ends in Love; but Love in Friendship - never.
Labels: seven deadly sin.