be defeated or not?

At some point of your life, you feel like being defeated in the game of love. How would you rise in a battle you don’t even know what’s your fighting for or is it worth it? Would it be worth to try again after several shots, deep stabbing wounds, shattering noise within, emotional explosives that are fatal? You knew from deep within you’re again equipped with arms of love and care gained from years of mending. Learned to get over, to move on and to love oneself more than other. Now you think you’re ready for a journey of forever, something spurred between and left to accept. Slowly you feel the pressure of love war, knew things and events that could trigger a great battle, leaving scrapes, abrasions to concerned. How would you handle such pain again? You’ll then ask what’s more enstored for you? Would it be more than you expected enough to say its safer to succumb to death?

Does the years of mending, character mastered outweighs the pain you feel?

Will you stand and fight for the battle unknown or can you afford to lose the battle after gaining the strength?

un love

there are nights like tonight. nights where the silence is so defeaning, even the dance of air in our sighs becomes ear-splitting

so i scribbLe

the last time i held you in my arms, I was crying in this tinY rooM we once sharEd, never wanting to part but not having a choice at all

onLy kiSS though i wisH more of a huG

There were pretty serious issues that were beyond us, mY parting for a livinG, acHes to leaVe once who was in My womb now whicH survivaL depends on us, who sureLy i sense wiLL long and lavisH for my tender lovinG care anD hoW iT hurts so baD that i’ll  havE leave

needeD to even if in query foR reasoNs to come bacK and that,

chaOs starts, unedendinG paranoia, naG,

striking, fieRY words tHat hiT me, u being harsH, me fragiLe

while it was brave to fight for what we felt, it was braver in the end, when we realized that we couldn’t fight anymore

we hurt because we think. but we continue to love because after all the thinking, we always resign and give our full faith to what we believe is love

i am giving myself a slap of truth. i am loving you now. but you will never know. i will distance myself to you as much as i could. i will make a separate path where i can tread on safely. where my love for you will find its own peace.

but nO

because strangely enough, this is the kind of love that can thrive without reciprocity, without you knowing. i do not want you to love me back. that would be too much, i do not think i could handle it.

i couldn’t bleed anymore. but more so, i couldn’t let you bleed too

because happiness does not solely thrive with beauty

there are smiles in the broken

just the same as there are dark corners in aesthetics

sometimes, it is a journey full of bleeding

until bleeding becomes bearable even My bleeding becomes beautiful.

RespecT and once was be w/ us.

“karma rides on jet plan…

“karma rides on jet planes nowadays”