maybe we're just scared to feel. we're scared that we might not control ourselves when we catch those feelings. we're scared that, things might go wrong and suffering will be the only outcome there is to offer.
July 21st prompt: you wear a crown of wilting flowers
praise for praise, secured a higher seat
where there were days, clout itself speaks
butterflies zoom around your orbit
time goes by, flies are kissing your cheeks
petty. tanginamo. kumilos ka.
—or am i holding myself too high? am i holding people too high rin ba?
should i start to set my standards for myself on a real level muna ba? fuck i dont know what to think
it's always great na she's at peace na. she finally realize na im a fucking project.
still, can;t help myself pa rin to think na for 3 years, im still scared to show my whole self, and in all those years, im always testing the waters—thinking that she will leave anytime.
and i will keep that, every way possible
even if time ends, till every life withers
away from my memories, i remember
sink through my bones, to speak will be unable
i did make a promise that i can't keep
spoiled you in every way, even before you sleep
i tolerated and left things unsaid
which costs us our peace, our relationship ends