Maybe I still miss you.

I feel empty inside but I can't really do anything about it.
I feel less the man that I used to be but I don't even try to change.

I have all these words in my heart but when I put them into writing they disappear like the alcohol on my skin.


I'll never get over you getting over me.

That is STILL the truth that I vehemently deny day by day.

I don't want to blame you but I find myself thinking of the things we used to do, and somehow I can't help but wonder if things would be any different had you taken a more 'sensitive' method.

Had you been more tactful, would I still be like this?
Would I still cling on to the memories wishing that they will never go away?

Would I still want to play hopscotch with my rationality while missing all the boxes?


I cannot comfort anyone anymore, I have lost all my words, all my guile. My everything. I want to blame you but I can't. I can't bear the burden of being the one at fault so I shamelessly try to push it away to you.

But you, you don't even care about us anymore.

You've probably forgotten I ever existed.

You made me realize that I am human too, that I too deserve to be special.

Fate would play the cruel goddess and make you take that very thing away from, and it had to be you who play thief to this pitiful beggar.

I don't want to think too much, I honestly want to move on.

But how can I?
How can I, when I know that I am no longer.. special?

As far as everyone else is concerned, I'm just another face on their Facebook profile.


People sure forget easily.

I don't. I still want to be special.
Maybe that's why it's so difficult.