Maybe it’s time to stop trying to move ahead of time and just go with life’s pace. It’s time to let go of the reins, let the wind blow through my hair while I still have some. I’ve been too focused on my destination that I don’t get to appreciate the journey.
May 28, 2012
May 16, 2012
I miss you. I know I shouldn’t. Control thyself.
May 11, 2012
“Let neither son nor wife, neither brother nor friend, have power over you for as long as you live.
While breath of life is still in you, let no man have dominion over you.
Give not to another your wealth, lest you should look to their generosity.
Keep control over your affairs; let no one tarnish your glory.”
Sirach 33:20-23
May 8, 2012
Stand up after every fall and strut your stuff. Walk as if you’ve never been hurt. Turn around and leave with class.
As I walk away, you will realize what you’ve let go of and what you’ve lost so you’ll run after me. But you won’t catch me, you will regret every tear that you made me shed. You will. It will haunt you, I tell you.
May 7, 2012
May 3, 2012
“Lord, heal me.”
——-all day long, I ask this from Him. More so when I’m about to sleep and at the moment I wake up. It’s when it hurts the most.
Life is no fairytale because fairytales are not true. It’s time that I stop believing and face reality that there are no happy endings. Or it’s just not for everyone. That way I’ll expect less and live more happily. No longer should I sulk in my corner trying to mend my heartaches because in the end, it’s only going to be me. I would no longer dream of being swept off my.feet nor would I dream of a happy ever after with some so called prince. It may happen, but given the present circumstances and the statistics of men and women and their propensity to stay faithful and all that, it’s less likely to happen. I know how capable I am when it comes to love, but then I always end up getting hurt. It’s time to save my heart from being broken again and again. Acceptance is the key. Love is not everything. It is not anymore.
April 29, 2012
Scabs
This is my cycle. Just when I am about to walk away, there’s something that gets in the way and makes me want to stay. Just when my wounds are about to heal, it gets itchy and a scratch it, then the wounds open once again, making way for a bigger scar. How do I end this? I should stop doing things that make my wounds bleed. Easier said than done. But you know what’s better? Hold my hand so I’ll stop scratching so the wounds will heal on their own.
There will come a day when I won’t miss you anymore. And that’s when I’ll be over you. But for now, I still miss you and I can’t help it. It pains me that you don’t feel the same anymore.
