i am just slow. and it couldnt hide.

i am just slow. and it couldnt hide.

consciousness lies;

i aint dainty fine.

pouring everything,

i remembered flashes of many things:

when we doodled their names around notepad rims and everywhere;

when we sketched cartoons of us in those stripped ties and those blue skirts;

when we stepped into them and immediately feel like we belong;

when we prayed so hard to just make it through.

SA dreams,

AC hopes.

now shattered.

i guess things werent taken lightly,

by me,

afterall.

thus i shed.

for me.

for us.

for those regrets.

for those ends.


thanks bee, for the hugs, the back rubs, the forehead-kisses. sorry for scaring you, wetting your shirt, making you stay out late. i like the smell of your shirt, your soft sweet nothings, your attempts to make me smile.

dont worry, i really am fine.
though it fucking hurts. and things will probably heal faster with shit-loads of vodka lime.