How could you blame me for the roses that bloom in my heart? Just because you can't handle the thorns, doesn't mean I can't grow them.
The truth is, I don't even mind to be blamed for them. Or maybe I just don't give a fuck of how you feel about them.
You should know better.
“Some people post things to create an awareness, a dialogue, or an engagement, especially in the social media.
I don't think mine was.
If there is any dialogue that ever be created from my post, it will be a dialogue between the reader and her/himself. A private dialogue.
When I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to ignore the people and noises, just to feel the silence.
When I could feel the holes in my heart and how heavy they feel, yet able to appreciate the feeling and smile sincerely.
When I feel the feeling that can't be named or described, and be thankful to be able to feel it.
When I think of you.
I am not your world, and don't make me one.
Because love was not supposed to be the only one reason and was never meant to be only one. Life is much bigger than love and you are much bigger than life.
Let us be together because we choose to and never because we have to. Let the past be
Let me ask you a question.”
“Hm?”
“I am a great artisan kan dear? I make beautiful things.”
“Yep. And?”
“I gotta be honest.. I'm excited that you will come here, but I'm terrified, too.
I don't want you to be disappointed. But don't want you to be overly excited, too.
I don't wanna lose you. But I can't have you stay, too.
And I'm terrified of how all of these things that none has even happened, had ruled my mind and messed my heart ever since..”
“Do you know why I am here?”
“No, you never really answer when I asked. Why are you here?”
“Because I can connect with people without being really connected. I need someone but I don't wanna be close to anyone anymore. I need a hug but I don't wanna be touched. If you understand what I mean.”
“The thing is, I know how to make you smile and forget all of your troubles. I know how to make you win and change for the better in the end. I know how to make you fall for me, hard.
I know what kind of kisses that will make you lose your mind. I know where to kiss and where to touch till you can't even remember your own name.
Maybe I should apologize to you, for I know you tried to find my monster who used to play well with yours in the darkness. For all of the sparks that they created on the darkest nights which felt so magical just like the fireworks. For all of the memorable pain that they planted inside all of our holes throughout our souls. Maybe I should apologize to you, for once that I ever made you feel like you can be my savior light.
Yet you know me well enough. I am the girl who carries her sword all the time.