Your arms; I miss, need, want.

Horridly dreaded.

 

“What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for, and to do it so unconsciously.”

—  Haruki Murakami

Sponged.

Untouched, it seems just as it is.
Even if its torn, or broken up.
It works brilliantly,
taking in any liquid; both clear or polluted, coloured or colourless.




...but like everything else, it has its limits.
Steadily broken.


I tried, and now I don't think I can feel again.
Why? I don't understand why.
I don't even know if I want to know why.
I'm tired of being a sponge.

Is it so hard to love and not be hurt?
It's easy to love. But it is hard to love and not be loved in return.
Why can't I love and not expect you to love me back?
Why can't I care and be happy for you not caring?

Kindly tell me if you do, or do not.
And put me out of my misery.
Sometimes I have a feeling, 
that this is to get back at me for breaking your heart once upon a time ago.
I had my reasons. I still do. 
If only you knew.. then maybe you'll see me differently.

I guess only God can do that.
I'm not God, but I'm a workaholic.
Maybe that's how Spongebob stays so happy, with his krabby patties.

Evolution.

“So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.”

Shouldn't we?

I honestly don't see why not, but only everything that's a yes. 

Even if the reason is only one, compared to the other hundreds of voices who'll tell you not.

Look at why we should rather than why we shouldn't. Simple as that. 

I love honesty; just be real with me. 

Tell me what your every emotions and thoughts are.  

Expect the exact reflection of honesty you give me.

But also understand the love and care that comes along with it.

Lies are what keeps us apart.

Remember, unsaid truths are not expressed truth, hence its not pure honesty. 

Two is better than one.

In a relationship, you need somebody who's gonna call you out, not somebody who's gonna let everything slide. You need somebody who doesn't want to live without you, but can. Not somebody that is dependent but somebody who is stronger with you. A relationship is two people, not one.

Believe in you, For you.

Nobody tells you 

it's okay to call yourself beautiful

it's okay to smile at mirrors

and it's perfectly fine

to say your own eyes are pretty.

It is wonderful to love your waist

and your legs

regardless of their size

and you are not conceited

if you use your fingers to list

everything you're good at

rather than point

at all your own flaws

You can acknowledge you're smart

and that you will go places

and you will be someone

greater than your mistakes

You can't always expect 

other people to believe in yourself

for you.

Don't give up.

   

I love her. 

And yes, you'll survive this. Just hang on, things will work out.

Receiving end.

 

I can get overly emotional. I say too much. Care too much. Express too little. I may not be the prettiest or flawless flower in the field. But I will love you, and every part of you there is to offer. I will see your flaws, and I will love them just as much as I love your strengths. I will be the one to kiss your lips awake in the morning; and sing you to sleep at night. I will love you so deeply that even the ocean would be jealous. I have many flaws; but loving you is not one of them.