12.3.14-12.3.15
one year ago today you asked me out in front of the art room . that was probably the first memorable moment we made . you smiled so big , it filled up half your face . I also remember the first time you said I love you, wasn't to long after we met but I didn't care , you were charming . i loved you , of course i loved you . you were the best thing to ever pop up in my life . you ended up being the only thing I thought about , ever . but I could always look forward to seeing you in person at school the next day. lunch, gym, and chorus always made my favorite memories . those places were landmarks for more memories than I can count . hard to believe it's all over though . we didn't last a year . we barely lasted six months and you have moved on , I'm wide awake to that situation . a year ago you were only happy with me , and a year later you're happy without me . so many things have changed between us , everything actually . we don't even talk . I don't get a reply when I text you and you yourself don't text me . of course that upsets me but I've learned to deal , I've learned how to block you and the the feelings out . but sometimes I just can't help but to go through our pictures and just reminisce on how happy I was . I look at myself now and today I feel nothing . I'm not happy , I'm not sad , I'm not depressed . but I'm not normal . I'm not who I used to be , I don't blame it on you at all . but I still love you and until I find someone that loved me as much as you loved me .. I'll never be whole again . i apologize for writing this , I know you want 'what used to be' left alone . I just needed to write it down , share my thoughts . but again , hope you're happy with her . as long as I know you're happy without me , I know there is a chance I can be happy without you .
BINABASA MO ANG
Stories I Will Never Write || Personal Paragraphs || #Wattys2016
Poetrythe last time you left there was a part of me that was so sunken and in vein that I could barely handle myself. i wanted to leave. there was no place for me here. but the collateral damage would have been too much and the pain that lingered behin...
