Monday, November 13
If someone says he just looked at danger in the face and laughed..
he most probably just drank milk way past the expiry date.
For me, i just attempted my O Levels.
Yet, it sure as hell never meant to rip my freaking guts out as it begged for an undivided attention, it lured me into a clear daze. It conjured me into isolation, serenity. It filled me up with statements, numbers, rules, methods. I was about to explode from within. Only, that would make a mess. And we all know how I don't work well with mess. Yeah, it never meant to, one bit.
How do you do it?
Every single time I hear your voice
it makes me weak in the knees
I fall 10 feet from reality
in search of your face.
How is it that you make me feel so much
when all you'll ever be to me
is blatantly unbecoming.
If you ask me if I remember what it feels like to be around you, if you ask me if I remember the veiled pretenses.
The latency for love, the latency lost. And refound.
Do I still want you, dear love, I can't make up my mind.
I'm afraid I've forgotten how.
How does it begin? I know too well how it ends.
Have I gotten over the past grievances? Mostly, but not without difficulty.
Am I ready to start this rolling,
downhill from my unceremoniously high perch.
To end this self declared state of isolated loneliness.
To end up a scattered wreck of stolen hugs and kisses.
I think it's best just to keep on making up romances.
Keep these feelings at bay, keep these monsters away.
From the gates, from the porticulls, from my trenches.
The dark, dark recesses, where I hid and I said I wasn't ready.
Said I was still fragile.
I laid my back bare for the world to stare,
and open wounds with viscious words and empty promises.
They cut too deep. I might have made euphemistic stakes
of my state.
Am I going to fall?
Or am I going to fall in love?
Frivolness
is not taking yourself too seriously.
& levity,
isn't a sin after all.
Believe me.
It dosen't get any better than this.
It could, but then again
I'm habitual of drowning it
into self-denial.
I won't let you in,
yes it'll break me into millions.
I guess it'd take someone else
to kiss these
seventeen-and-never-been-kissed
lips.
November Nova
Happy Birthday Reuben (:My Rock&Roll buddy.Live and Let Die huh? Hahahah.Have an awesome seventeenth.Boy, this treacherous wait is hell.
No.
Hell is (living without you).
This sparks off my Monday. I'll be blogging more often now since the blasted exams are almost over.
I'll see you soon, bitches!
din
