Thursday, June 4, 2015

Addiction

I thought I was moving on
Until one day
Someone asked me

"If you had one wish, what would it be?"
And the first thing I thought of

Was to waste that wish on you.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Why wont my parachute open?

Because I'm dumb that's why.

I had an earful of advice from my best friend the other day.

Mostly about the life choices that I'm making and how disapproving she is of it. I know I should listen to her, because she is right, but the heart's a little crazy right now.
I don't know why I do but whenever I stalk/conveniently press into my bf's "friend"'s profile, I do feel a pang of disappointment. From his constant likes in her photos to the same exact article being shared by both of them on the exact same date.

I do feel a tad insecure. Maybe because I really do know the reason why. Maybe this parachute wont open anymore. I'm getting kind of used to it.

Don't anymore, it's miserable. I know where I stand, so don't ever open. Part of me don't want you to, part of me is still hoping that you'll burst open. But for now, don't. Just let me paddle my way to safety. I'll get used to it.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Blank Space

Have you ever had a bad feeling about something? Like something bad is about to go down but you just don't know it yet?

I've been having that same bitter taste in my mouth for the past couple of weeks but I just really cant point my finger as to where or when it is coming.

I am a little mad when it comes to love. I get jealous easily. I particularly hate it when my boyfriend still contacts a particular girl that I specifically told him to stay away from.

Call it crazy but you can call it naivety on her part as well. I really don't stalk her often but certain times when it does cross my mind, I do check out her facebook. Lo and behold every single time. His comments would be at the top, his likes would be towards all her pictures.

His moves seems a little suspicious to me lately. From our hidden relationships from all social network to the lack of a single picture with my face on it, I find it a tad uncomfortable. Perhaps I am overthinking but this certainly is a recipe for a good hook up with other girls while I am away.

Confrontation with him always ends with a brush off on his part. Maybe a little too much, that I don't bother anymore. But, isn't that dangerous? To not care? As time goes, even though this things still persists, I find myself caring less and less. It's like I had given up. On him.

Maybe, I need a man who will make me feel a little bit more secure. Someone whom when people refer to him, will not refer to him as a playboy material. Or someone who is not always messaging girls eventhough they are "just friends". I don't buy that. If I told you to stop it because I don't like it, I do have my reasons. People call it intuition, I call it instinct.

I do love him. But not the person he has become. Probably the scars from the previous break up is enough to make me stay away enough to know that he is capable of letting me go easily. TOO easily.

What if by the time this is over, I still don't trust him?