Life never stopped fucking me up this year. It's just a shit-hole that builds up. As I grow to learn more about myself and that other half, the differences has become my problem. An issue so huge that I cannot come to a solution. Yes, it's two sided, but this is what I feel.
The little things or actions that matters but all these gestures have come to an end. It's become such a burden that it didn't seem to affect you anymore. Those sweet gestures were once what you made it seem promising. The endurance of all the rejections that made you stronger and more certain. That hunger to get from just someone worthless to someone so significant. It all took you relentless efforts to break that barrier - that barrier to prove me wrong. I fell; and I did so with all my heart.
Little gestures, they stopped. Incidents that occur, they made me doubt myself; and sometimes, even you. Fallback, they taught me what I should have done. Lessons learnt, they reminded me how important you are.
Seemed like it was almost one sided, recently. Give. Giving is not all, what do you take back? I've always wondered if you appreciated the things I did for you. Wondered, when will you see that I intended well? You love me as much as you say you do, but do nothing to show it?
It has been tiring; for you have chased for so long. But it's also tiring, to have spent hours waiting and waiting. Wait. Has that ever happened to you? Waiting for an endless race? Just a simple reply, or an initiative to take time out to be earlier - to wait for me?
Reactions have changed. You have your problems too. I'm no longer that significant. Your hunger; it has been satisfied. You're done with what I had to offer. The endless race was coming to an end. Nothing seem to be going right. All I could was keep going forward while looking back. Anticipating for the fresher days we had, what once seem to be envied by all.
No regrets. We know what we had going on, but we wouldn't know how it will be. Living in the past is not something to be doing but living in the present is. But, have you forgotten how I, once, was all you wanted? The way you'll embrace me each time we met? It all seem to be fading from you, while I give them back.
You stopped doing things for me. Your affections are what, now seem so weak. I believe that if I keep giving my all, I'll be appreciated. Until that day comes, I'll continue doing my best.
Do you see me the way I look at you? That happiness each time I stared into your eyes. Admiring you as you sat solemnly when we ran out of topics. Turning from what seem like your flaws, to what only meant perfection. I've lost you; someday when I pissed you off.
Life never stopped fucking me up this year. It's just a shit-hole that builds up. As I grow to learn more about myself and that other half, the differences has become my problem. An issue so huge that I cannot come to a solution. Yes, it's two sided, but this is what I feel.
The little things or actions that matters but all these gestures have come to an end. It's become such a burden that it didn't seem to affect you anymore. Those sweet gestures were once what you made it seem promising. The endurance of all the rejections that made you stronger and more certain. That hunger to get from just someone worthless to someone so significant. It all took you relentless efforts to break that barrier - that barrier to prove me wrong. I fell; and I did so with all my heart.
Little gestures, they stopped. Incidents that occur, they made me doubt myself; and sometimes, even you. Fallback, they taught me what I should have done. Lessons learnt, they reminded me how important you are.
Seemed like it was almost one sided, recently. Give. Giving is not all, what do you take back? I've always wondered if you appreciated the things I did for you. Wondered, when will you see that I intended well? You love me as much as you say you do, but do nothing to show it?
It has been tiring; for you have chased for so long. But it's also tiring, to have spent hours waiting and waiting. Wait. Has that ever happened to you? Waiting for an endless race? Just a simple reply, or an initiative to take time out to be earlier - to wait for me?
Reactions have changed. You have your problems too. I'm no longer that significant. Your hunger; it has been satisfied. You're done with what I had to offer. The endless race was coming to an end. Nothing seem to be going right. All I could was keep going forward while looking back. Anticipating for the fresher days we had, what once seem to be envied by all.
No regrets. We know what we had going on, but we wouldn't know how it will be. Living in the past is not something to be doing but living in the present is. But, have you forgotten how I, once, was all you wanted? The way you'll embrace me each time we met? It all seem to be fading from you, while I give them back.
You stopped doing things for me. Your affections are what, now seem so weak. I believe that if I keep giving my all, I'll be appreciated. Until that day comes, I'll continue doing my best.
Do you see me the way I look at you? That happiness each time I stared into your eyes. Admiring you as you sat solemnly when we ran out of topics. Turning from what seem like your flaws, to what only meant perfection. I've lost you; someday when I pissed you off.
