things are getting off hand these days..
the new love smeared a pinch of pain into my nerves once again.
even the past memoirs.. they don’t really haunt me.. i make them haunt me..
How tragic it is. Making things complicated for myself , when things can really be easy for me.
i do things i did before–i knew wouldn’t work–but still did the same–with the same results.
i kept on expecting. assuming. manipulating. and in the end. i still kept on hurting.
hardheadedness just can’t get off my system.
this is me.
i keep on sewing my self to the lives of the special other..
and in the end, my threads are just entangled with my own..
not really tying knots with that someone.. foolish, i am.
my heart just cant wait for the right prince to come and sweep me off my feet.
i just easily fall down the stairs, the railings just won’t help me.
many are the times wasted waiting. pushing. pulling.
but everything was for the wrong reasons.
when can it be so right?
when can be too good can really be true?
when can vain never be together with waiting?