“I am still collecting the broken pieces of myself. How do I wash it off and build myself as if I was never broken? How can I pretend that I was not hurt, while deep inside the anger still burns? I am still blinded by love. I’m still bound to the contract that I have signed; a contract that says that I allow myself to be hurt.
How do I hide these scars? I could not let you see me like this, because I know that when you start speaking, these scars would magically appear & you would know.. you would know what I am hiding.
I don’t know why you could still take me down with one smile or one hello. I forget everything when you’re doing that. But there’s still a part of me that says no. There is a purpose to all of these. If in the end I still find myself looking for you, and you looking for me… I know I will find you, and you will find me.”
awtzzz that girl is so lucky.. but shes stupid to hurt you..
nice entry…you really are a good writer,. good in putting some twist and turns in it.. keep it up!
i bet this one is a good catch
and i know you’re lovin your crowd…
@ Cherrylou: Oh no! She ain’t stupid. As what a good friend says “You wouldn’t know what hit you, until you feel the pain”. Haha I hope I got that one right, tho.
@ Obscure: Thanks a lot. I’ll try to post more soon. =)
lovely entry.. well constructed. i admire you..