a libra who writes..

Kamis, Juli 19, 2018

This is how you deal with almost relationships:






Almost is such a painfully poetic word; we were almost perfect, we were almost lovers, we almost made it. And like the word, almost relationships are arguably the hardest type of relationships to move on from. Despite having spent shorter time with each other, couples with these types of relationships also have fewer memories to cling onto and sadly, some of them have invested even more feelings than those in ‘real’ ones. Being in an almost relationship is like walking on a thin rope. It’s like tiptoeing at 3 a.m. It’s not knowing where you stand, questioning whether you have the right to be mad or to be jealous, and not having a voice because speaking might only scare him away.

This is how you deal with almost relationships: you stop wondering why it had to end. Even if the most you held was hands when he didn’t even tell you that he was in love with you. Yes, being in an almost, non-labeled relationship still matters but this doesn’t mean that you have to settle for less. 
Nevertheless, regardless of the type of relationship you had, being left still hurts. But more than being left, being left with no explanation is a much harder battle to face. Because the truth is that we always need a reason. Why did it happen all of a sudden? Is there someone else? Were the times we spent together meant nothing at all? Was I not enough? 
This is how you deal with no closure breakups (if it could be called a breakup): you just have to accept that sometimes, having no closure is closure. Because whether or not he gave you an explanation, a change of heart has happened and that alone means something. That alone meant everything. Having no closure hurts simply because feelings have already been invested. Because you have loved. And loving then losing inflicts pain. 
Your pain becomes such a powerful thing that it makes you question a lot of things and makes you doubt even your own worth. So instead of being content with one answer, this fear of not knowing where it all went wrong makes you search for more questions. This fear of not accepting only makes you weaker because over and over again, while you focus on giving the love you have for the person who has left, you unconsciously deprive yourself the love that you so deserve. This fear only stops you from understanding that sometimes, there could really be no closure; you just walk on.
Almost relationships. Having no closure. Both tell a tale of someone with a “one that got away” in their lives. And as much as you’d like to forget these people, at times they‘re stuck on you, like gum on your shoe, like a tattoo, like the handwritten letter he gave you which you can’t even dare crumple. There are nights when you remember them as if it all happened yesterday and you begin to wonder: could we have worked if I did this or would he have not left if I did that? This is exactly what we do wrong: we often think of things that could have or would have happened that we fail to realize the reasons why they didn’t happen in the first place.
This is how you deal with the ones who got away: look back. Sometimes, looking back can also be a good thing. Instead of imagining a future with the ones who got away, go back to the times you spent with them and think about when and why did the fire begin to lose its flame. Pick up the pieces of the unfinished puzzle. Gather the fallen petals that lay dry on the floor. Remember that it’s okay to feel the pain all over again. Embrace it and cry if you must. But once you find your answers, start walking towards the present. There’s a reason why the past is called the past.
And just in case you can’t find the answers, there is one solution that applies to any kind of a relationship’s ending: give up. Just give up the fight and let go. Realize that maybe you’re the only one left fighting or you simply had different battles to face. 
Understand that he got away and let go of all the hope that he is coming back because whether or not he is, what matters now is that you heal. If the pain is left, use it to make yourself stronger. If hate remains, don’t let it consume you and find your light. If sadness takes over, let it enter but never wallow in it. Just wait.
Wait for someone who is not just your home but your haven. Someone who will walk with you, hand in hand, and who will never lose his pace when the road gets rough. Someone who gets tired but never gives up. It’s our duty to love ourselves and even if sometimes, that means giving up the love we once thought was ours to keep for a lifetime.

Rabu, Juli 18, 2018

I don't feel like I want a relationship anymore. and this is why....



Because I’m someone who loves with all my heart, I’ve had my share of devastating breakups. Every love I’ve had felt like it was going to be the last one I’d ever need until suddenly it wasn’t. I used to want love, but after all of the pain I’ve suffered and the disappointments I’ve endured, I just don’t want love anymore. Here’s why:

1. THE PAST PAIN HAS STILL OUTWEIGHED THE HAPPINESS.
After it was all said and done, the memories and feelings that always stuck with me the most were the bad ones. Maybe that’s an internal issue, which is highly likely, but if I can do something to avoid adding to that sea of bad feelings, I will.

2. I LOVED WAY TOO HARD. And TOO MUCH.
When I fall, I fall hard. The problem is, most of the people I’ve fallen for weren’t able to catch someone coming in at lightning speed so I always ended up crashing to the ground. I loved with everything I had and when it wasn’t or couldn’t be reciprocated, I have crushed all over again.
As the matter of Too Much. When I love I focused only to one person and its like a bank account that you have and you already spend all your money to bad Investment, there is no way you can invest in anything else anymore without time for collecting and saving new money.

3. I’M TERRIFIED OF BEING SCREWED OVER AGAIN. EVEN IF THE PAST BACK, I AM NOT SURE I WANT TO LABEL ANYTHING. 




Love is scary, there’s no way around that. Some will argue that it’s worth facing your fears for, but after several failed loves, I’m not quite sure it is anymore. 

married and divorced 🐍, check
engage with a narcissistic dragon 🐉, check
married and get left for a guy 🐽, check
trap on mixes signals, and left out of the cold 🌖.. check... 

after all that, it’s going to take one unicorn of a guy to have me face those fears again. Even when the person that I hold and love dearly to my heart, coming back and having a change of heart, I probably will back off. Sure I will bounce back to his arms in no time because he was so great doing certain things and reading me like no one else, but to wanted to be in a label, I don't think so. Too risky... I just don't want to lose it all over again.

4. I HAVE THE WORST TASTE.
The guys I choose to love always end up being terrible for me. This is my own fault for choosing the wrong partners, but it’s hard to tell who a person truly is and what qualities they have when your perception is based on first impressions (and when so many guys present themselves as someone they’re not).

5. LOVE ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HARD, BUT IT ALWAYS ENDS UP THAT WAY.




It’s really supposed to be the easiest emotion to feel and the most exhilarating, yet whenever I fall in love, it ends up being the hardest thing in the world. I’m pretty much done with fighting that losing battle. I JUST WANT TO BE CHILL. Take it easy. Taking time. Without Rush into anything that will cuff my heart. It’s just too heavy.

6. I’M NOT SURE BEING IN LOVE IS WORTH THE HEARTBREAK.
Love is great and all, but the pain of losing it is far worse. It’s not better to have loved and lost at all — especially not when it happens over and over again. It’s better to have never loved at all. Anyway, nowadays, you can get pretty much anything you want from Relationships without really being in Relationship. In that cases, you have no demands and no expectations. Everything will be simple and nice.

7. AFTER EVERY HEARTBREAK, THE PAIN OF ALL MY BREAKUPS COMES FLOODING BACK.
When my heart breaks again, it’s as if all the heartbreak I’ve ever experienced comes crashing down at once. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s how I was apparently wired and the more it happens, the more hurt I become.
Last time was worst, was Double whammy, and after all, that happen I was just thinking “fuck this” and I am okay just to Netflix and Chill.

8. BEING ALONE IS EASIER THEN BEING  LONELY IN RELATIONSHIP, and being LONELY IS EASIER THAN BEING HEARTBROKEN.



Sure, having someone to share my life with would be cool and all, but the longer I stay out of love, the less lonely I feel and the more I heal. I’ll take an occasional bout of loneliness over months of crying at rom-coms and downing chocolate ice cream any day.
It’s not that I avoiding love on purpose. I tried. I just can't anymore. At least not now.
I feel like I LOVE my freedom so much. When I realize there will be no “forces good morning and goodnight” texts, I can do whatever without someone telling what to do or thinking that I would disappoint someone. I have no burden.

9. I DON’T WANT TO GROW COLD.
My heart still works and I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t want to end up some bitter old hag that hates everything and everyone because some jackass broke her to the point of no return. So I think now, what I need is Healing. Not LABELING.

10. I FEEL LOVE BUT I AM NOT IN LOVE.
As I said. My heart still works and I’d like to keep it that way. I try to Open up and try to be happy again. But in deep rotten of my heart, I feel guilty for being Happier when I am alone, then with someone that devoted to me. Even tho I swear this is the best guy I ever date, I still feel something is missing. And with this feeling, I don't think I am supposed to be with relationships with anyone. At least not Right now.



What's the point of being in a relationship if it's not helping you enjoy life? Chance is You may stay out of loyalty or love for your partner, but breaking up doesn't negate those things; it just changes the type of loyalty or love you have. I've learned after several relationships ended that transitioning to friends or acquaintances actually helped us love each other because we weren't always arguing or trying to make each other something we're not. Don't feel like you have to force something into a predetermined formula to justify its existence. Dating may have been best for you a year ago, but something else may be best for you now. There's no shame or failure in that, and it doesn't make your connection less special.



Soft Heart .. Sad Eye...



Hey, you.
Yes, you.
You with the sad eyes.
How are you? How’s your heart?
Are you feeling like you will never be content and happy with life? That you are only surviving and living but not truly alive? Even when you’re with your family, with your friends, or with your loved ones, do you still feel alone?
I think we all feel that way, at some point in our lives, if not all the time, dull and numb and full of feelings all at the same time. A living contradiction.
You are probably tired of people telling you that, “Everything’s gonna be okay in the end,” “Think positive,” or “Don’t worry about it.” Words that often make it worse. Do you find it funny and appalling, too, when you hear them say those words to you? but I guess we can’t really resent them, for I, myself, am not sure of the right thing to say, too.
You don’t have to stop yourself from feeling. You don’t have to stop yourself from letting the sadness in, from letting yourself feel some darkness, from letting some of the shadows accompany you. Perhaps by facing them is how you’ll get through it.
Acknowledge their presence. Accept that they are with you, that they are a part of you, that you avoiding them would only result in you not being able to move forward.
Feel.
Let your feelings flow.
Let your heart get tired. Let your heart get numb.
Let it consume you — but for a momentary time only.
Feel.
Then, unknowingly, your heart will start letting happiness in, little by little.
And as uncertain as we are about the “when” and “hows” of it, just know that there is someone here silently cheering you on. We’ll make it through.
You’ll make it through.

And This Time, I’m Going For Good


When I think about you, when I think about us, I want to think about all the good things. I want to remember when I met you when I smiled when I was so sure that you and I were going to last.
Because with you, at the very least, I knew I would come back to you no matter what
It took me a little while to understand one very important thing. at this time You are never going to be enough for me, and I will always be too much for you right now. You have the best intentions, you have such a good heart but for whatever reason, you always fell short. 

And you never really came through for me in the ways I wanted you to.

So, I’m telling you now, this is goodbye. And I don’t know what else to say besides that. 
I could spend time trying to make sure, to tell you that I would bounce back to you whenever you ready. But the truth is, as much as saying goodbye hurts, it hurts more holding on.
I know what this means. It means that there’s no going back. There’s no more wishing that I’ll see you soon, and most importantly, there are no more hellos. there's no more wondering what are you up to right now.
I can’t change what already happened and I’ll never be anything but grateful for every moment we had together.

But I have to say goodbye and mean it this time because there’s nothing I want more than to stay.

And that’s the most dangerous, the biggest reason why I can’t this time. because I am holding on to nothing but dark corner and empty hopes.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop wishing that things would change, but I can stop wishing that you would.
No matter what happens next, I know that I can say that I did everything I could before I finally walked away..

Selasa, Juli 17, 2018

When You Can’t Seem To Stop Reliving The Past


“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.” – C.S. Lewis
You remember everything. It is both a blessing and a curse. It is both your gift and your kryptonite.
You stare up at the ceiling in the darkness and surrender to your insomnia while your life flashes before your eyes. Every mistake replayed. Every regret amplified. Every memory sharp.
You pause for a moment to think about what you have left behind.
You remember the places you visited. You remember the lush green park and vibrant skylines. You remember walking down winding alleys in a new city listening to the sound of your footsteps while the city slept.
You remember witnessing such mesmerizing beauty that it took your breath away. His smiles.
You remember meeting strangers who you felt as though you had known a lifetime. You remember the instant connections you made. You remember the agony of saying goodbye when it was time to leave.
You remember receiving such warmth and friendliness that it never felt like you were away from home.
Some connections end when you board airplanes, while others end when you get off them.
Maybe avoid airplanes for a while.
Some dreams you have when you are asleep, while others you have with your eyes wide open.
Some dreams end when you wake up, while others end when you accept reality.
Maybe keep dreaming and one day you might catch one.
Most of all, you remember leaving behind a bit of yourself in all the places you visited and within all the people you have met.
Have you ever had that bittersweet feeling when you are living a moment that you know is only destined to become a memory?
Perhaps this is why you are so eager to preserve your memories. You store them in a dusty corner of your mind and replay them like vinyl on a gramophone when you reminisce about a moment.
You relive that moment through a memory of a dream. 

Just So You Know, I Forgive You


Perhaps you didn’t know better, or maybe you did and did not care.
Perhaps it was true viciousness, or, as people told me after the fact, “Boys being Boys”. It didn’t seem that way, but who knows what was going on in your life? Maybe this is what you thought it was about. Maybe, given enough time, that was what I would have thought too. Perhaps you were hurting and you ended up don't realize you'll hurt me.
But we crossed paths. In the end, only one of us could walk away with the head held high.
I never quite knew such loneliness before.
It’s not just the things you would say to me, but the fact that everyone else seemed to agree. Everyone, including the adults, rushed to tell me: I was wrong to have my feelings hurt, that I should not be taking you seriously. Everyone seemed to defend what you were doing. and deep down I get it. you never meant to stay anyway.
But It went against everything I knew. What happened to kindness, what happened to empathy? It seemed as though it didn’t matter at all. What mattered was how much you have liked yourself, and how many people you had on your side.
That mindfuck is not your fault, of course. That’s not what I’m forgiving you for.
I’m forgiving you for being cruel.
I’m forgiving you for taking out on me whatever it was that was torturing you at the time. your past hurt. or whatever it was.
I'm forgiving you for treating me as a punched bag, a spare, something that will fill your free time, at least till something better or new comes up.
I'm forgiving you for walked away before giving me fighting chance, just assumed I will be as demanding as your previous.
Mind, you probably don’t care one way or another. But then again, I’m not forgiving you for your sake. I’m doing it for mine.
I feel you.. maybe that was the reason I was so attracted to you.
I feel your pain somehow, and never once I thought someone that knew the pain of loss will cause it to another human being.
but, I forgive you anyway.
It’s taken me Months – and a trip to that bad place – to realize what you did had nothing to do with me. It was personal, but only in the most superficial of ways. The cruelty, the viciousness, that was all for you. I gave you an opening, and you went for the jugular.
Perhaps it was all you knew to do.
Perhaps you just wanted to do it.
It’s okay. I’m letting go of that now.
I’m letting go of looking for you in the face of every person who is cruel, selfish, or evil. I’m letting go of trying to appease you, of being your friend. I’m forgiving you for being you so that I can stand up and walk, instead of crawl, and help others walk too.
I forgive you.
Perhaps, in time, you will be able to forgive yourself, too. 

Relapse...


Memories are delusory and nostalgia is a deception attempting to convince you that nothing you come across will be as special as everything you’ve left behind.
I wish memory was like a scent I could bottle. I would uncap the bottle and relive a moment exactly as it happened whenever melancholy overcame me and my heartache swallowed me whole.
It would not play tricks on my mind then. It would remain fragrant forever. It would never fade away.
It would do us justice.
I’ve heard how painful it is to mourn the loss of someone who is still alive. I won’t mourn you because I won’t allow you to be associated with pain like others before you. I’ll choose to remember you instead.
I’ll keep you alive in my memory because loving is so short and forgetting so long.
I will instinctively reach out my arm while sleeping to wrap it around you only to realize that I’m clutching at thin air. My heart will sink beneath waves of grief. My nightmares will transform from me falling off a cliff to us occupying the same event and yet avoiding each other. My feelings will wake me up in the middle of the night.
I will wake up in the morning and my mind will conjure up a lovely image of you before I’m even fully aware of my surroundings. I will find peace in this lucid image for a brief moment.
I will remember you in all your stunning big blue eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off.
I will listen to a passionate song and the lyrics will remind me of you. All the love songs I grew up listening to and desiring to dedicate to someone will now be about you.
 I know I was in love with you because you were the first person that I wanted to tell everything good and bad as it happened in my life..
I will be unable to sleep at night because our memories will keep replaying in my mind like a broken record stuck in a loop. Each corner of your pretty face will be illuminated while I recall the nuances of your reactions as you responded to my words.
Your smile will be lighting up my world. Your eyes will be telling a story only I could read. 
I wasn’t thrilled about my existence before I met you but at least I wasn’t aware of the gaping hole in my soul made real by the void you have left in your wake.
you have caused an inferno to be unleashed which is threatening to burn my entire existence to the ground and you’re not here to fan the flames.
The last thought on my mind before sleep will be how I regret meeting you sometimes not because you’ve hurt me or because you’ve been a bad influence on me but because it was easier to live my life knowing someone like you didn’t exist.
Then I will wake up in the morning and do it all over again. 

I hope you happy



It hurts how life can pull us in opposite directions from the ones we love most. Thankfully, we had social media to help us keep in touch. Though I must admit, thinking back on how close we once were, it hurts to only have a one-dimensional view of your beautiful life, through screens and words. It’s even more difficult to keep up with you now, with the way your activity on social media is almost nonexistent these days. or maybe you just put me on the block so I can't see what happens in your life, and I get it. it is not my business and I am glad that you did that. I am glad that you don't feed my emotion, and it makes me easy to move on. away. at the point now that I am completely stopped checking what is happening in your life.
but deep down in my heart, I still do have hope for you, not to coming back but to be happy. I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re just so enthused with your life.
I hope you get whatever you dream for, I hope your works well, and of course, I always hope that you will always win. I hope this world hasn’t gotten the best of you. I hope you don’t have to fight with yourself to get out of bed in the mornings, especially when you used to be the main motivation for me to get out of my own.
I hope you’re happy. I hope you carved everything you have ever wanted out of this life. I hope you have surrounded yourself with people who are worthy of your presence. Because clearly, I never was.
I hope you finally got it right

Senin, Juli 16, 2018

Maybe.. He Was Never Part Of The Plan, He Was Just Part Of The Process



He was the three dots at the end of the sentence. The in-between. He was like the human organ, appendix — his purpose was a big question.
He came into her life when she was at her lowest. She was going through changes in her life, he’s been through it. She was still picking up the pieces after a difficult breakup, while he, he has mastered the art of moving on and he had great advice.
He came at the right time, just when she needed someone the most. Someone who’d listen. And he was just that. He was accommodating, generous of his time. that she now happen to understand that was just a spare time because he was bored. 
It did not take long for her to realize he was changing her life. She started feeling better most days. She looked forward to the conversations. Because, without him knowing, he was making her feel things she’s never felt before. 
He kind of gave her a glimpse of what it was like when someone actually goes out of their way to make sure you’re okay. When someone finds time for you even when they’re busy working. When they worry about you when they know you’re not doing well. He made her see how she wanted to be treated for a change.
But at the same time, he gave her hope. Hope that she would be able to feel all the things she never thought she’d ever feel again. Hope that she would find someone who would give her what she wanted all along. And that hope, the hope that lifted her spirits high, started scaring her away.
Yes, there were others before him but she was just not there yet. She just couldn’t see the possibility of her with any of the others. Until him. He made her feel he could be the one. And though she wanted to admit it or not, she was falling in love with him — fast.
And that amount of love scares him. so he decided to move forward without her, saving his life from the rocking boat. but she's still on that boat. she's drowning, and from the shore, instead, to help her, he just shouts "LEARN TO SWIM".
For a while there she questioned his role in her life. Why did he have to crush her heart while it was still recovering from the last heartbreak just by walking into her life? Why did he have to lift her up only to drag her down? Why did he have to add to the sadness she already felt prior to him entering her world? And so as much as she valued his friendship, she had to walk away. She had to give that up to allow herself to heal from the double whammy.
And that, no matter the pain, was the best thing to do, and they both knew that. she respected his decision. Because although he had been on his own longer than she was, he wasn’t ready for love just yet. Maybe he just did not want to break her heart.
maybe He was there to make her feel better. To help her realize certain things. To listen, to empathize, to offer kindness. He was there to be a friend when she needed one.
And so then she knew, maybe he was never meant to fall in love with her. maybe not now... maybe not this time... maybe It was never going to work out between the two of them this time because right now he was never a part of the plan. He was just part of the process. 

I Was Wrong About You And I Hate That.


All I could think about was how dark everything seemed, how deep everything seemed to cut, how sad the world really was. 
My sorrow broke through my fake smile and my sadness shun bright at night. I exposed my weaknesses to everything I had ever put up a strong front for.

You ruined me.

You were nothing more than pieces of my broken heart. I became nauseous whenever I smelt your cologne on my bed sheets after you had moved out.
I loved you to the point of no return. I loved you excessively and I was too blind to notice you just take me as your temporary person.. That’s your loss, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting. 
It’s disgusting to think that the one person I thought would never hurt me did the most damage, but that’s the twisted part of love no one ever talks about. It’s not something someone can teach you. It’s something that you have to experience to understand.
You were my world and I put you on a pedestal thinking you deserved it and I was wrong and I hate that. I wanted you to be everything my life lacked and you ended up being the one thing I wish I could take back. 

Who gave you permission to write about him ..


Dear heart,

I hate being a poet. Who gave you permission to want him like that? Who gave you permission to wish for someone you weren’t supposed to wish for because you already fucking knew it wouldn’t work out?
Who gave you permission to love someone who could probably never understand the intensity, the raging ocean, the fucking hurricane of your throat when you beat for someone?

When you beat for someone like that. When you beat for him. Him.

Who gave you permission to hope when he said maybe he’ll buy you a drink like we’re in a fucking movie? You already know that happy endings don’t exist in real life. Who gave you permission to want the kind of hard love that yells in the face of a thunderstorm on a Friday night and waits for him to hear you on the other end of the phone line? To hear you through the crash of rain and beer upon hopeless, dirty streets. Who gave you permission to wait for him to hear the wanting in your stupid, crying voice, to hear the way you break into ugly, broken sobs in the shower and pretend the tears running down your face are just shower water?

Who gave you permission to write about him when he doesn’t deserve your poetry?

He doesn’t deserve your poetry, doesn’t deserve you. Who the fuck gave you permission to love him when he doesn’t even love you back? 
When you still don’t know if he loves you back, but you’re pretty damn sure that he doesn’t. You’re acting like a broken record even though I know you have rooms and rooms of other songs locked away.
So, who gave you permission to stay stuck on him?
Sincerely,
A Poet Who Cannot Swallow the Blue Immensity of Love Any Longer