One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because, she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
Is it too late to find someone in your life?
He doesn’t care about you, and you chasing him, only makes his ego bigger and your pride smaller. He doesn’t love you anymore.
Choose a beautiful soul, and that person will be the most mesmerizing person you have ever come to know.
She is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
You save everyone, but who saves you?
And in the end all I learned was how to be strong alone
You never stopped waiting for him, did you? Your heart still skips a beat when your phone lights up and there’s still a sinking feeling when it’s not him who texted you. You’re still waiting. You’ll always be waiting. But he won’t come back. And you know it.
Maybe I was too caught up in trying to help you, that I didn’t see that you were breaking me down to build yourself up. I ignored everyone who said that you were bad for me. Sadly, I didn’t notice until it was too late.
I only feel like myself when I am alone.
I’m tired of being the one who cares more. For once, I want someone to care enough to see past the fake smiles and happy laughs to the cracks forming on my skin. To see the real me, the one I hide within. The one I am too scared to show.
I miss how happy I used to be
Mahalin mo ng totoo lolokihin ka lang. Lolokohin mo naman tsaka ka mamahalin ng totoo
I waited, Because I knew You’d never come. Maybe I always have Loved doing things That lasted forever.
Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But, most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved - a piece no future lover could ever get. No matter what that piece holds innocence, the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you’ll never forget, and that night under the stars you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought love would be, everything that was proven wrong.
In the end we only regret chances we didn’t take. The relationships we were scared to have and the decisions we waited too long to make there comes a time in your life when you realize who matters, who doesn’t, who never did and who always will.
