split second

i remember the way you taste
your hands on my back
the trail of your fingers
leave tracks on my hands

i remember how we speak
without words
i read your eyes
and you, my mind
you know my thoughts
and i, your next step

every move is familiar
we were fashioned and carved together
will they understand this language?
i feel isolated, they don't know me anymore

i see as you do
and breathe as you will
the rhythm beats as one.
can you conceive it?

is it worth believing in?
a fleeting moment that turns forever into stone?

you can't take that away from me.

patience is not a virtue i have.
i'm counting down the days til he's back
i'm crossing off the numbers til i get a month's break from everything
i'm waiting for the seconds to crawl by before i get to be on that airplane back to sarawak

i can't wait. i want it now and i want it bad.

urbanscapes was hot and sweaty. we didn't buy the tickets, so we were at the bazaar for an hour and we whizzed off to the boys. blah. i'll get enough money the next time around to buy stuff.

he's not happy with what i inhale and exhale
poor boy can't breathe, he's asthmatic
talk about wrong timing, i can't deny i still have that little bit of crush leftover from last year
he remembers my prom shoes! (:

it's funny seeing them after 9 months
a part of me feels like i don't really know them
and perhaps i never really did
does it matter?

i've been having little spaces within time that makes me just want to go all quiet.
withdrawal symptoms
i haven't had a drink in 2 weeks, but i did get a little stoned on friday

i wonder what i'd be like now if i never met them
they have changed me, details you'd miss out on
maybe the way i hold my glass
or how i speak on the phone
i copy your movements and make them my own

sing with me.

so tell me, will you always love me?

tomorrow, will you bring me sorrow?
today you say you love me
but will you change your mind?

tell me, will the pieces still fit?

tomorrow, will you bring me sorrow?
today you say you love me
but will you change your mind?

i pray it's in my mind
please tell me i'm wrong

he walks around the house
but i don't recognize him
is he a stranger from the sidewalks?
i know i'd treat someone i don't know better than i treat him.
and maybe he doesn't deserve what i think of him
but he definitely hasn't shown that he cares.
treat people as you want to be treated.

i don't go around expecting kindness from everyone.
i find it a chore, tiresome to keep up this facade that i'm actually really interested in everyone's life.
i care, but i don't want to speak.
i'd listen but i won't comment.

they will die in the fires they started - bob

for you.

hold my hand when you feel like letting go
i'm standing right here, i'm waiting for you to come back
don't let it bring you down
don't let it get to you

don't make them a priority when they make you an option.
you get to dictate what you are and what you become.
it could be them who shaped your past
but grasp today and change it as you will.

you're not alone.

it's a free world.
go do whatever you want to do, please.
don't let me stop you.


what is love?
is love as it is defined in the Oxford Dictionary?
what are we, robots? to allow a dictionary dictate what meanings do our feelings hold?
fuck that shit.

how do you do it?
how do you tell me random stories and unknowingly hurt me?
what, you think it's oh-so-fun to just bring up stories of hot/cun/cute chicks and think i'd still be super confident and secure after that?
i'm human, why can't you remember that little bit?
i get weird ass dreams of you fucking some hot chick while i was right there.

i don't even know what to think about anymore
and you don't make it any easier
it's really easy to say things and not mean them
but why can't you take a moment and be a little serious for once?
i swear, i hate it when you joke about fucking ten girls or whatever
i know it's a joke, but who's to say it wasn't true?

i really hope you don't intend to break me
i beg of you, please don't do it.