antidote

i don't like how this feels like..

give me reasons.

something.

anything.

just help me..

please.

'coz i don't trust myself today..

i can't seem to find the strength to quit you.

storytell

i was doing a good job playing my role.
i thought this scene was over for me.
yet the script has yet to change again.
and here i am caught waiting for the part,
where i would play the pathetic villain again,
or the serene hero this time.

will i bear saving the day,
telling a happy ending?
or will i ruin everything and face death in the end?

this is us..
we are living life like a full drama series.

my place

and i wonder what it would be like to be them.

no.

i can never be.

and i don't think i want to be.

the view in my corner of you is far much better.

our game

you wander around all day

and i try not to make time to notice.

i am winning anyway,

until you rob my game again.

unfair,

you always are.

how could i escape you in my dreams?

you backstabbing freak.

book 2

company.
time.

laughter.

secrets.

instincts.

thoughts.

dreams.

wishes.

heartbeat.

this is not a

dejavu

of failures.

your place

i have been to your place..

curiosity digs you low
until i almost lost my way
and be burried within your soul.

now i have gone right outside your gates..
yet it invites me again..
into your deep i dwell.

i know this..

that's why it scares the hell out of me now.

the fair share

when you hurt, you make reasons.

when you escape, it is for the best.

when you fail, it needs to happen..

because this world says so.

but,

when you're the one who's hurt,

left behind,

disappointed.

this life seemed so unfair.

and what does that say to you?

you're not the only one who gets afraid..

everyone does.

get a grip and hold on to yourself.