kau lukis hati ku, hati mu jadi satu.
I’ve made a decision and I didn’t execute it well. Maybe becos deep down inside, I hesitate myself in making such decision. Becos I still care. Becos I still feel. And mostly becos I still love.
I went back to where I was, but from a slightly different space. I said I wanted space and I’m giving space. But it didn’t occur to me the space mentioned was refraining myself from the most comforting hug I’d crave since the day I started loving. I hesitate to hug. I hesitate to kiss. I was afraid. I was so afraid.
Sometimes, you thought the fear of someone hating you is the scariest thing that would happen, especially for someone, a people pleaser like you.
What you’re actually afraid of is the thought that someone no longer loves you.
Lately, I found comfort in writing in my notebooks. Going back to the basics, papers and pens.
But this is one poem that I wrote in my notebook that I felt strongly to share here.
hurm ........ it gets tiring. Refraining from a hug. Just when I needed one so badly. Argh, its tiringly stupid being a hug-a-holic. I felt stupid. I really do.
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I went back to where I was, but from a slightly different space. I said I wanted space and I’m giving space. But it didn’t occur to me the space mentioned was refraining myself from the most comforting hug I’d crave since the day I started loving. I hesitate to hug. I hesitate to kiss. I was afraid. I was so afraid.
Sometimes, you thought the fear of someone hating you is the scariest thing that would happen, especially for someone, a people pleaser like you.
What you’re actually afraid of is the thought that someone no longer loves you.
Lately, I found comfort in writing in my notebooks. Going back to the basics, papers and pens.
But this is one poem that I wrote in my notebook that I felt strongly to share here.
I miss you
And nothing can stop this.
I love you
Even my confusion of the matter can’t deny this.
I can’t hate you
Not that I wanted to.
I can’t have you
No matter how hard I tried.
The more I push you away
The thought of you comes with every single beat of my heart.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m living this life
Not knowing you love me
Or you miss me
Even if you do
I might die not knowing
But it didn’t matter now
As long as you know this
That I miss you, I really do.
That I love you, more than you know who.
hurm ........ it gets tiring. Refraining from a hug. Just when I needed one so badly. Argh, its tiringly stupid being a hug-a-holic. I felt stupid. I really do.
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Labels: the foolosoper in me

2 Comments:
At 12:01 AM, April 24, 2007 ,
Tenno Miyake said...
whyla feel stupid.
everyone need a hug.
err can we have like hug on the net eh?
cemana la rupanya agaknya..
At 7:37 PM, April 24, 2007 ,
*cosmic freak* said...
hug on the net? hurm, I'd pass.
I'm more of a touchy kinda person la izham. hehehe....
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