Thursday, 14 October 2010

He just won't say it.

He's different.
He won't say it.
All he will say is this:

you've already won me over
in spite of me
and don't be alarmed if i fall head over feet
and don't be surprised if i love you
for all that you are
i can't help it
it's all your fault.

- lyrics of Head over feet.

But I suppose, it's better than nothing.
But maybe, he already has. (:

Sunday, 10 October 2010

Contradictions.

This girl wonders if she's rushing things.
She wants it fast, she wants it slow.
She doesn't know what she wants.
She's a bundle of walking contradictions.

But you see. This is what he treasures about her.
It's a little different.
He is different.
He's not the conventional type of guy.
He's not the type that goes all out to please.
He's just there. He cares.
In that sense, the stability she so craves, it's there.
Maybe this time... someone might really care for her.
Maybe this time... things might really work.

Hopefully wounds will heal quickly,
decisions can be made quickly...
she doesn't like the uncertainty this is bringing.
she doesn't like not knowing.
she wants to know this is real.
everything she's getting now, its so surreal.
She wants to know this will last.

She's not comfortable with so many things.
But you see, she's trying within her own limits...
to learn and change.
but what if she,
despite her changes,
still isn't good enough?
what if he bails on her?
what if things change...?
what if she can't meet him halfway...
no matter how hard she tries?
what if she just isn't that type of girl?
She doesn't want to say yes.
so that things will change tomorrow.

she wants everything to stabilise, normalise.
She wants to know what being in a relationship with him will be like.
But she's scared of what rushing into one entails.
She can't say she's not affected at all by what people think.
After all,
it's the people who love her...
who have encouraged her...
to take a leap of faith.
So she's selfish enough to ask him to wait for her. again.
she's worried that he can't.
she's worried that he won't.
These are irrational thoughts that bite at her.

But now that he knows how she feels,
he's promised to be there for her.
He always tells her...
he's not going to make her promises that he can't keep.
so she knows he intends to keep that promise to her.
but she lacks the encouragement to leave that shell behind.

Because where she is now,
there's a lot less fear, she can't be abandoned.
But she just needs to know that he won't leave her when she needs him most.
Right now, she knows he's not going anywhere.
She just needs to know if forever will last.
Especially since he's once told her that he's not sure about forever.

But he's trying.
He told her that forever doesn't sound that hard if its with her.
Even if it wasn't true, she bought it.
Lock, stock and barrel.
she's a sucker for such promises.

She's got faith that if he doesn't bail on her,
she's not going anywhere.
she just needs to trust that he won't change on her too.

she's just hoping that the next few months...
will make everything all right.

She cares a lot more than she ever shows it anyway.
Showing it has always been the problem.
Always is, always has been.
Maybe that's why people misunderstand her.
She can only hope he knows her well enough...
to trust where they're going with all this.

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Priorities.

Has all her priorities wrong.
because of you.

Has all her thoughts in disarray
because of you.

Has never felt so much anger
because of you.

Has never wanted so badly to hate
because of you.

Has never wanted to do something like that so badly
because of you.

Because of you,
I don't know what to do anymore.
It's messing up.
messing up my life.

There couldn't be a better time for a coma.
so that everything would just pause here.
The pain, the losses, the pain.
It doesn't stop. It will only pause.
In contemplation.
Before it proceeds again.

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

The house.

I've been reserving a place for someone.
Oft been chastised for it.

People want to move in.
But if the tenant doesn't leave...
the house isn't empty.
Perhaps an eviction notice?

Someone told me...
that if someone he knew where in my shoes,
he'd put up a seizure on the place.
but...

Not everyone has that courage.
Not everyone has the tenacity
Not everyone has the determination.
Not everyone has the ability to let go.

Perhaps
the house ought to be demolished.
Maybe
the house should shelter vagabonds.
that come to spend the night and leave before the sun rises.

Because the house isn't good enough for its tenants.

Like people from two different worlds.

Spoken but not heard.

You're only cared for as much as you're important to others.

That's a stupid thought. But no points for guessing...
It's been bugging me so much, I'm even blogging about it.

I'm going crazy because a myraid of thoughts plague me.
From the time I wake up until the time i actually fall asleep.
It floats around.
The crazy recesses that my mind takes off...
the 16 hours I'm awake in a day...
it still plagues me.
And I only fall asleep because I'm fatigued.

exhausted.
I should be happy that its the end...
of yet another rollercoaster emotional bumpy ride.
That it'll give me peace of mind.
But being the masochist that I am. I want seconds.
Because the thrill of being on that ride...
far outweigh its cathartic moments.

Hell. Why the rollercoaster anyway?
I don't even ride it. But that's what friendships are like.

Someone told me before.
For every friend that walks away,
you'll have someone else walking into your life.
Why cut yourself up over it?

The answer, I've learnt, is simple.
Some people overestimate their importance to others.
Whilst some underestimate their importance to others.
when overestimates and underestimates collide...
letting go becomes difficult.

I've learnt that
no matter how much you want to think somone is irreplaceable,
it's not true.
Others can and will replace you.

Thursday, 10 December 2009

leaving.

He's leaving me.
and I cried.

I cried because I don't want him to go.
I don't want him to leave.

My mind's in a whirl.
Confused.
Because I want him to go.
I want better for him.
I want him to be happy.

But yet...

I don't want him to go.
I want him to be with me.
I don't want us to die out just like that.

I'm selfish. I'm ambivalent about this departure.
But all-in-all, I'm still human.

xoxo,
sarah.

This girl lay naked, vulnerable and crying in the arms of the one who cried back for her.

Saturday, 24 October 2009

On my flight to being a second class citizen.

I got a sunflower.
for him.
I got a lot love.

for him.
I'm really happy to do a lot.
for him.

But where do I stand?
Next to him?
Behind him?

A second class citizen.
A skeleton in his closet.
Only to be thrown out
during the next spring clean.
Oh. which will be soon.
When he leaves again.
for good.

He will open up his closet,
toss out the skeleton,
for a newer one.
Pack up his clothes and leave.
And my closet will be empty.
Because I won't realise everything is missing,
everything has been left behind,
during the last plane flight to nowhere.

Omg. I've been feeling oh-so-emo again.
sigh.

This stupid girl made some stupid choices and fears her secret may be lost.

xoxo,
Sarah.