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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Vulnerability

So it's 3:20 in the morning rn and I'm exhausted from dance prac and perfectly, it starts to rain as I'm about to sleep.

It's storming outside,
thunder and lightning in abundance.
I guess one of the reason why I love the rain so much is because of it's vulnerability.

When it's storming, 
sometimes it becomes so intense it comes so close to feeling like your house could collapse any moment.
The realization of the possibility alone makes it that much more precious. 

When it's drizzling,
it's like the sky's confused -
not sure whether to rain or shine 
and in the midst of it all sometimes a rainbow's formed.
Isn't it dazzling when it could rain or shine  in moments, split seconds?

Or when you don't eat and come so close to fainting,
when you say one word that rips two people apart 

When you act in the heat of the moment
and you realise how absolutely vulnerable the strongest bonds are

Isn't the vulnerability
beautiful?

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Once bitten, twice shy

I think the reason why people 
cant forget 
their first (serious) relationship is because it's always the best at first 

No hurt
no lies
no fear
no expectations 
no disappointments 

But then comes along that first cut 
you know,
when he breaks your heart
and it shatters
and you cry

But that's alright, 
"give it another go"
sounds good
sounds fair enough

but he hurts you again 
and again
and again

To the point where you almost let him,
you give him a chance, yet again
knowing how the last few you've given out ended up 

And finally it reached a point of pure fear
every text 
every like
every comment
every conversation.

It's not much,
but that's what you thought in the first place
and it escalated into ways you never thought it could have 

You become so paranoid at every little thing
you start losing your temper at things you'd normally laugh off
you fight, you quarrel
you snap at each other,
saying nasty things

And then at the end of the day,
you feel this immense guilt 
for doing it again 
and you realise 
you're just like him 
no, you're not cheating nor lying 
but yes, you're still hurting him

You have to stop.
you got to take that scary, 
even illogical,
leap of faith again 
and you got to trust again

It's not easy, it's not going to be
but how far are we willing to go for that one person 

That one person that you're so utterly confused about,
but yet so tangled with,
so attached to,
so "in love" with.