The blue eye girl who stole my heart without realising it
I thought about her again last night, wrap around me, holding my hands, and whispering content words in my ears. I promise myself I wouldn't, but she seep her way into me, and there she was with her blue eyes smiling at me. Each visit she made she left a tiny seed of hope for us being together. She water her seed in the silence, never wanting to get near me. Her vines grew slender at first and than with ease of such strengths breaking down my barriers around my heart.
I wish I could tell her how much I have fallen for her, and how fragile I've become in her palms, but I will not. The last time I broke it left scabs all over my hands, weeping and nurturing each one alone. My heart loves me too much to get hurt again. I would like to believe her hands will mature more someday and she will work hard to love the ones she cherish.
As of now, I rather her hate me than know she has me wrap around her fingers. I rather she spit fury of hatred onto my name than know I had fallen for her ever since we first started talking. I rather she rip my image into pieces and stump on it than know I get butterflies whenever she appears on my phone. So that maybe one day she will realise how good is without me.
Sorry Tina, I have sent you away from me for my own selfish reasons. Reasons one could ever possibly understand, but we have poison each other enough with our present. I know the type of girl you need, and I wish I was that girl, but I am not. She exist somewhere in this world, and I cannot replace her, even if you would want me to. Be patient my dear, continue hating me, you will meet her someday.
Perhaps, someday I can actually get courage to tell you maybe I'm good without you too. And maybe we will laugh it off with our hearts floating in the air. So continue hating me.
I wish I could tell her how much I have fallen for her, and how fragile I've become in her palms, but I will not. The last time I broke it left scabs all over my hands, weeping and nurturing each one alone. My heart loves me too much to get hurt again. I would like to believe her hands will mature more someday and she will work hard to love the ones she cherish.
As of now, I rather her hate me than know she has me wrap around her fingers. I rather she spit fury of hatred onto my name than know I had fallen for her ever since we first started talking. I rather she rip my image into pieces and stump on it than know I get butterflies whenever she appears on my phone. So that maybe one day she will realise how good is without me.
Sorry Tina, I have sent you away from me for my own selfish reasons. Reasons one could ever possibly understand, but we have poison each other enough with our present. I know the type of girl you need, and I wish I was that girl, but I am not. She exist somewhere in this world, and I cannot replace her, even if you would want me to. Be patient my dear, continue hating me, you will meet her someday.
Perhaps, someday I can actually get courage to tell you maybe I'm good without you too. And maybe we will laugh it off with our hearts floating in the air. So continue hating me.