of jealousy and love.

Bezanya, dia yang teristimewa.

This was before God's twisted humour consisted of me again. I'm the cat curiosity killed. I came across someone of the past. Bear in mind that it had nothing to do with me, this was someone else's. I thought maybe what I was feeling was exactly how I felt except that I could do better this time. Until I found out more of what I didn't sign up to know. I can't tell whether this is jealousy or bitterness. Since it didn't really surprise me to begin with. Maybe it was never really anything at all.

I could choose to not feel.

-riri-

bravest everything.

All I ever wanted was a sincere apology.

I thought I at least deserved the sort of closure I never received.

Deep down I just needed another reason to believe,

that he was ever different. Or if it was just me.

-riri-

between the lines.

Before every goodbye,
my emotions get lost.

My eyes stone cold,

but inside I'm soft.

I say okay,
I mean go away.

Often shoving them out,

when I want them to stay.

(I don't want to feel too much)

-riri-

impatient.

I rushed to the phone,
It wasn't you.

*Sigh*

-riri-

been along.

She's not going to be there for long.
But isn't it funny how she's never left at all?

-riri-