He’s gone,
You’re sad,
I get that.
He left because he doesn’t want to be a part of your life anymore,
I understand.
However,
You need to fill that hole he left in your chest when he acted like it was a wall and punched through it when he got mad.
I want you to break your bones back into place,
I know you broke them all when you fell for him.
Stop thinking about him kissing you,
Replace that taste on your tongue with something much sweeter than he ever was.
I know school didn’t teach you to stop loving someone and how to cope with life when someone leaves,
But you can battle through this.
Right now,
You’re probably numb.
Every morning you wake up and think about him,
I know,
I’ve been there,
Eventually you won’t think about him all the time,
Memories fade,
One day you’ll wake up and stop torturing yourself with the thought of him.
When you realise you haven’t thought about him for a while you will smile,
You will learn to love and be happy again.
You will be mended.
I want you to stay strong,
Don’t give up,
Do what you have to do to fix this.
Stop making 11:11 wishes for him to come back,
He’s not going to.”
Monday, 22 September 2014
He's gone
Thursday, 4 September 2014
Teachers day 2014
Friday, 29 August 2014
Have you ever ...
Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Outward Bound Singapore
Saturday, 23 August 2014
YOU GAVE ME FAITH IN MY DARKEST DAYS AND FOR THAT , Thank you
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
What if i found someone new but fall asleep to the thought of you?
Saturday, 16 August 2014
" It will be alright " ; they said .
Thursday, 14 August 2014
Fears that haunt me
Tuesday, 12 August 2014
Having a coke with you ; Frank O'Hara
Having a Coke with You
Frank O’Hara
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, IrĂșn, Hendaye, Biarritz,
Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier
St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for
yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and
statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything
as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front
of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in
the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s
in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together
the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care
of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that
used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when
the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider
as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you
about it
Monday, 11 August 2014
"To love is to give someone the power to destroy you yet trust that they wont "
But that doesn’t make any sense. LUST is when you see someone perfectly. Its when you try to be perfect for them too.
LOVE is when you fall for someone because you think they are perfect, and when you realize they aren’t; you love them even more. Love is when you know they aren’t perfect but you love them anyway.
That’s the difference between lust and love. That’s how you know if its love.”
Saturday, 9 August 2014
" You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world ,but you havesome say in who hurts you "
Not too sure why i am talking about my friends , but they represent me in different ways .