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I know they’re doing it because they think I’m strong, because they think I’m great in handling any pain, because they think I’m not going to break down, because they think I’m not needing any hand for help, because they think sadness isn’t in my vocabulary, because they think crying is my least favorite. I know. I know that in their views I’m not fragile, that they can’t see any vulnerability in myself, nor any sign of weakness. Yeah but what they saw was actually just a pure front because real talk, I’m an egg, hard-looking because of its shell yet when I fall, I know I’m going to shatter into fragments. And actually I’m slightly cracked. But yeah people, what they believe was me just keep on chasing pavements when in fact I badly want to give up. Pity because all they saw was only my smiles. Pity because they’re not actually paying attention on how fake it was. Pity because they didn’t bother to look my eyes and examine how sorrowful it was. I can’t blame them though, I’m one great pretender.
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Your voice is my favorite sound, my favorite music, my favorite tune.
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I want you to take care of my body when demons seem to be like weeds I didn’t even planted in my own garden.
I want you to capture my every state and treasure them as if it will not happen ever again.
I want you to be afraid of losing me as the way I fear of losing you.
I want you to not blame me for having trust issues and social difficulties.
I want you to understand why I often times push good people away because you knew I’m just scared they’ll turn into evil ones.
I want you to be an open container that I won’t be sorry and feel intimidated every time I fill my secrets in it.
I want you to be like my ear that will listen to all of my hideous thoughts without judging any of them.
I want you to tell me how amazing I am for being stronger after having fucked up thoughts and for over thinking things most of the time.
I want you to scold me when I’m being an unreasonable bitch and you’ll tell me I’m better than that without walking away afterwards because the latter will be a total ache for the both of us.
I want you to tell me your i love you’s through your deeds, in between your choice of cheesy songs and corny jokes and even when I’m asleep.
I want you to notice the struggles in my eyes every time there’s a civil war between my heart and my mind without even telling that there was.
I want you to annoyingly ask me what is my problem until I spill them out.
I want you to let me cry like a baby by your comforting words and soothing laughter because you know it will be just a story in future time.
I want you to not let me drink too much coffee and soda and cry too much over undeserving people because you know it will only bring no good to me but you’ll allow me every time I needed them badly.
I want you to listen to my I’m okay’s without telling me that you know I’m not because you know I’m lying and you know it is my way of calming myself and you’ll just patiently wait until I say that I’m not.
I want you to read my writings and acknowledge the way I use metaphors and adjectives.
I want you to congratulate me for channeling my sad thoughts and frustrations into stories and writings.
I want you to respect me the way you respect your mother.
I want you to get angry every time I wear short shorts because you’re afraid enough that somebody will notice the things you have noticed to me but you’ll just let me wear those anyway because at the back of your mind you know that I am yours.
I want you to still see my body as wonderland even after you saw how scarred it was.
I want you to not get tired of loving me.
I want you to know that I’m not demanding you to be perfect because you’re not and will never be.
I want you to be there after all of the thunderstorms I have let you to witness.
I want you to treat them as privilege because you know there is only a handful of people got to see them.
I want you to be my best friend as I will wait until God will end my existence.
I want you to not run away if without me.
I want you to be there for me.
Just be there for me.
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August 15, 2014
Sa dami dami ng balahurang taong dumaan, nakisiksik, gumulo at umalis sa buhay ko, you’re expecting me to believe sa mga pangakong binibitawan mo? Nah. Hindi ako bitter, natuto lang. Kung gusto mong gawin ang isang bagay para sa akin, wag mo kong pangakoan.
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