❥ Her

She knows you better than I do, and has been there waiting, before I even realized these feelings which I hold.

She looked a bit like you, too. Pale skin, little eyes, and an angel-like aura every time she passes by. Your friends seemed to like the two of you together, and I couldn’t pretend not to see it.

Yes, you two are perfect for each other.

But she’s giving you to me.

You’re not hers, nor you are mine. But for some time now I’ve decided to only become yours, and I could tell she won’t ever think of having such a decision in her pretty head.

She must’ve thought of you as handsome; no, you’re too beautiful to be called that. There is something about you which only I knew of; she doesn’t see you the same way as I.

And this, is what calmed me every time she’d run up to me, her wings spread wide open, telling me of her love for you. I was foolish for letting it get to me, and even felt the need to ask you about it.

You didn’t disappoint, when you made it clear that she’s not the one for you either.

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❥ When I Look At You

You sat by the window, and I looked at you from outside. If you hadn’t given me the same cold stare I see in your eyes whenever we meet, I would’ve smiled at you.

But meeting me was something you can’t stand,

and I knew I was right when you averted your gaze and closed the curtain.

But I’m used to it by now. There are times when you seemed happy to be with me, and times when I sense annoyance in your face.

And I knew that it would take some time to figure you out. I would never know the real meaning behind your smile, or if it’s really okay for you to take a picture with me after turning me down the first time. I don’t understand how you can smile like that when you stand so near the person who seemed desperate to talk to you everyday, but doesn’t have the guts to walk up to you today.

Sometimes I wished you’d be a little meaner to me, then maybe I could get over you easily. But most of the time I just think of how you’re really worth it, and how nothing could ever compare to the warm feeling I get every time I sense the coldness in your eyes.

P.S. shit getting so repetitive tho I'm inspired today because we finally have a decent picture together 🙂
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❥ Ironic

To be befuddled in wistful thoughts

And love in the earnest way

Is to allow myself to be sought

By your mere presence everyday.

At first, I was unsure of how I felt

‘Cause my love seemed like an infatuation

That is, sadly, not warm enough to melt

Your eyes’ cold disposition.

Yet it was enough, for me, to see

You, who stood very near to me

For some time, I believed I’ll be fine that

Despite my heart telling me that I’m not.

So instead, I drown in your reticence

Wishing it was me who lingers in your mind

Because, looking at your smile reminisces

How unlikely for you to be so kind.

I can’t point out how it started

But I still think you’re the best

Already, our story is drenched in irony

And before you, everything was a mess.

So if we go on with this story

I hope you’ll realize

I do love you dearly

But the ending could not be surmised.

❥ Open Heart

I wish you’d talk to me more. Don’t get me wrong, though. I feel like the happiest person in the world—

almost,

every time you reply to my messages but I noticed something. I felt stupid for not pointing it out before, but when I reread our old conversations, it became clear to me that

I was the only one who’s interested.

You never asked how I was doing. I only ever flood your phone with questions revolving your life and all you do was either answer them or find a way not to. You never did the same to me. It hurts because I kept wondering if there’s a better side of you that I haven’t seen before, and it gets worse whenever I think about which people knew you the most.

I want to get to know you better. Right now I hardly know a thing about you because you won’t let me, but if ever you need someone whom you don’t know much but still understands you, just know that you can always talk to me.

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❥ 548 Heartbeats

“He’s hurting you, whether he knows it or not. But he makes you happy anyway, and I can’t do anything about it.”

❥❥❥

“What am I to you?”

“Huh?”

“Just answer the question, please.”

He was quiet for a while. It felt like an eternity before he spoke again.

“You’re like a heartbeat. Don’t ask me why. It just seems to suit you. And I know this’ll sound weird, but when I’m near you, I hear… a rhythmic sound. I keep thinking it’s your heartbeat. But that’s stupid, I know. It’s physically impossible to hear someone’s heartbeat without pressing your ear against their chest.”