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There are words we never wanted to say
But we do, because there's no other word more perfect than it

There are photographs we never wanted to keep
But we do, because we never want to forget

There are people we don't want to lose
But we do, because they never wanted to stay

There are views we never wanted to look at
But we do, because we can't help it

There are beliefs we never wanted to believe
But we do, for the sake of fitting in

There's this love we never wanted to experience
But we do, because deep inside, we want to

There are stars that never shone
But we keep on hoping it will

There are poetries that never rhymes
But we read it like it does

There are songs that we never heard
But once we do, we never stop

There are sweet nothings we grow fond of
Because it makes us happy

There are things we don't want to do
But we still do
Not because of fear
Or fitting in
Or loss
Or hatred
But it's because we love to do it.

When you do something you never wanted to do
Isn't the reason, love?



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STOP!




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Stop running around in circles,
there's nowhere else you should go,
but towards each other.

Stop chasing one another's trails,
there's nothing else to catch,
but each other as you fall deeper in love.

Stop going in different directions,
because the world is never big enough,
and one day you'd catch up with each other,
and realize a whole lifetime has passed you by.

Stop trying not to seize the moment,
because there's all there ever is.

Stop trying to make amends for the past,
because that phase is somewhere you'd never get back to.

Stop pretending that what you both are,
are not what you are.
Because it's exactly what you both are made up of.

Stop fighting the urge to drop everything and fall in love,
resistance is futile.

Stop trying to be perfect for someone else,
because together,
the two of you is already perfect.

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Remnants.



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All I wanted was to lie on the grass and stare at the stars
But then you promised to give them to me,
That ruined everything.

All I wanted was to have you by my side,
But then you promised to never leave,
That ruined everything.

All I wanted was to for you to protect me,
But then you promised to be my knight in shining armor,
That ruined everything.

All I wanted was for you to say you’d be there when I need you,
But then you promised to stick around forever,
That ruined everything.

All I wanted was for you to do what you promised,
But the minute you walked out the door,
Everything was ruined.

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Tomorrow after when?




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After you,
How many pieces of me will I be left picking up?
If there’s nothing left to piece back together?

When you left,
How many seconds would go by?
Before I can say I’m to start again,
If when you left, time is non-existent?

After us,
How many more tears do I need to shed?
Before I can say I’m strong again,
If when I wipe a tear, another involuntarily follows?

After everything,
How many questions do I need to ask myself first,
Before I’m reassured that I’m me again?

After nothing else,
Should I still be here thinking of you,
If now your heart has found someone new?

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TIMEBOMB.




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I think you and I'd be great;
Together, we'd be the whole shebang,
Apart and we'll self-destruct,
But it's not about what I think isn't it?

I think you and I belong,
Together and we'd be perfect,
Apart, we'd mean nothing,
But it's not really about what I think, isn't it?

I think you and I are meant to be,
Together, we'd be complete,
Apart, we'll just be remnants of what should be,
But it's never about what I think isn't it?

I think you and I is what should be,
Together, we'll fill each others voids
Apart, and we'll fill out nothing but misery,
But it will never be about what I think, isn't it?

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Who's to say?


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It's kinda hard to say goodbye,
but who's to say we didn't try?
We made it work,
barely.
But the damage was beyond repair,
and I just can't breathe anymore,
but do you even care?

It's kinda hard to say it's done,
but who's to say we didn't made it through,
because even though we fell apart,
once in this messed up plot,
you had my heart.

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Mephitic.




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You broke my heart.
Tore it to pieces and left without so much a second glance.
I cried on what seemed like endless nights;
and lost to a battle of despair with no attempts to fight.

I was fragile, lifeless
And there's no antidote to the malady
The days turned dull, fading into oblivion
There was no you.

You were once my oxygen,
But now the air turned mephitic.
You were once the string that tie my pieces together,
But the strings turned thin, weathered.

And now I can't breathe,
my lungs are getting filled with putrid air,
they're giving out.
And I'm falling apart,
I can't hold on any longer,
I'm giving up.

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Without him knowing.




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I can hear something breaking,
although there really isn't anything.
Just my heart shattering.

I can't hear you,
well then again;
maybe you just aren't there.

I can't see anything,
although everything is there,
all shining and bright.
But then there's these tears,
clouding my vision.

I can see you with her,
how could it be that the only thing I can see,
is the only thing I don't want to?

I can't feel anything anymore,
my heart broke,
and there's no mending it yet.
Especially when the pieces aren't even complete.

I feel stupid,
that I let you break my heart.
Without you knowing.

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Well, does it?




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If my palm sweats when you're within a meter radius;
Does it matter?
If my heart beats erratically when I see you;
Does it matter?
If my pupils dilate because I can't contain myself when I know you're there;
Does it matter?

If my smile falters as I see you with someone else;
Does it matter?
If a tear escape when I see you with someone else;
Does it matter?
If my heart happen to break;
Will it matter?

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Games:




--

It's like we are playing a game of hide and seek,
and I'm it.
And he happens to be a very good player.
And we also happen to be playing inside a maze.

It's like we are playing chess,
and I always lose with another queen.
It's like we are playing some sort of game,
where he's the only one who knows the rules,
and blindly, I just continue to play.


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End...for now

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Publication Date: 03-01-2011

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Dedication:
to anyone who's going to appreciate

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