What's the purpose of loving. If loving would meant leaving?
What's the purpose of trust. If the risk of being betrayed is high?
Why do people believe in words hanging empty in mid-air.
It's not pessimistic to think of such. but a way to save yourself from hurting.
Why do people keep on doing things that make them unhappy?
They lose their selves and kill their hearts
Why do people aim to those that they can never have?
And leave those who's already loving them back.
And I came to believe that man has their share of masochism inside. That people will always prefer to be hurt than to feel nothing at all. Then they'll abuse their pain senses and undergo a disgraceful process of forgetting for the sake of their broken ego.. which, I believe, is very unnecessary if, in the first place, we already knew when will the hurting would start and stop it before we get drowned on the addiction of self-inflicted pain.
I'll love the one who will never walk away.
I'll trust the honest one. The one who admits that he can never be trusted.
I'll never be grounded by words and false compliments.
And as much as possible, I'll stop doing things that makes me unhappy.
I'll find myself as I find the one.
For I wasn't meant to break my neck, looking up above for someone.
Love was already painful, but it was never defined as hard.
Labels: heart, poetry, relationship, self