trite

i always wonder are The Smiths really be honest,

for the heavenly feelings of dead by your side.

because by only seeing you, i knew i don't need to die.

"Just like heaven", said The Cure.

but anyway poor The Cure,

cause they could only love on Friday,

while i'm in love with you everyday. 

oh, and when The Strokes told us all "Why Are Sundays So Depressing",

i feel pity for them.

because you're such a medication for my everyday depression.

oh God could somebody really help me?

because you really got me. 

i just can't quit, i love the feeling of it.

i guess i really don't know how to love,

but that was long story before i found you.

well i don't have much to figure out,

let me just speak this, 

through my own language & colors. 

blame to a feelings

no its not a love letter

or a nice poem that you should read while its raining.

its just..

words that might help.

if you feel sorry for everything that happens,

let me just calm you down.

loving back someone who loves you,

isn't your responsibility.

no matter how much they have the feelings for you,

no matter how long they stared at you,

no matter how they thought they understands you. 

because 

loving back someone who loves you,

isn't your responsibility.

well..

loving you,

is my choice.

life is a choices

and every choice has its own risks.

if the risks of loving you is

not being loved back,

that's fine, and not your fault.

its just the risks.

i don't blame you,

neither the feelings.

its just the risks,

and i'm taking the risks.

life is a choice,

you can choose to loving back someone that loves you with every piece of their hearts,

or not at all.

but once again, 

i swear its the last,

loving back someone who loves you,

isn't your responsibility.

<3

Day 23 : A letter to someone, anyone

To someone,

anyone.

Can i ask some questions?

After all things i've been through,

all faces i've been wearing,

all the mistakes i've made,

after all the blacks i've dropped in white,

Would you still

remember me?

Would you still love me,

the way i love you?

Would you write my name,

the way i've painted your soul?

Because oblivion is inevitable

but everything about you, lasts.

what's love?

when you called it love,

may you ask yourself

is it love,

or is it something else?

because sometimes you don't know

that you're not in love,

you're just obsessed.