Wilted Words

I never forget my first times. The first time I rode a bike, or learned to swing. The first song I loved, or my favorite book. The first time I sprinted till I was out of breath, or got a full mark on a hard test. I never forgot the first time I laid eye on you. you were laughing hard at something one of your friends said, and I felt like all the butterflies in the world have migrated into my stomach. I wanted to come over and talk to you, and I did. your smile was warmer than the sun, cozy like two thick blankets in a winter night. your voice was tender, and I couldn't help but wonder what would it sound like as you whispered all different things in my ears. Just the thought of you gave me a new kind of happiness, a kind I didn't know existed before you. I saw hope in your eyes, and love in your heart, and safety in your arms. It was my fault that I relied too much on probabilities, I was blinded by the thick membrane of potential I saw in us. My heart couldn...

you stare at those set of piercing cold eyes in your reflection. They don't seem familiar at all. So distant and secluded like they're not even your own. you stare blankly in desperation for answers, for the questions you are afraid to ask. You stare, and stare and stare... an inevitable confrontation, you have to go through this at some point. You're waiting for answers. they ooze out of you, stinky and rotten. maybe you asked the wrong questions, to begin with, maybe it was just about time to accept what you've tried to ignore for so long. You always thought that if you stack your fears and insecurities in jars and put them on high shelves out of your reach they would stay there forever. You overlooked the fact that they're still there. Their mere existence and presence is more than enough to unnerve you. You carry them around like sins waiting for a salivation that might never come. You learned how to carry them around silently without making a squeak,...