26 December 2012

Post Mortem


I have always been a dreamer. I always believed in happy endings and in true love. That being the case, I always wear my heart on a sleeve hoping that someone will grab it and make it theirs. Unfortunately, in the same process, I have my heart broken so many times and I am left alone to mend the pieces. I’m getting tired of mending my own heart. I sometimes cut myself from the broken pieces when I try to make it whole again. I am left with scars, yet, I end up finding myself in the same pattern hoping that the next time, things will be different. But they aren’t. I wonder if they will be.

I don’t want to be caught in the same nightmare where I have to wake up and find the truth about the real  status of my affairs. For in each waking moment, I tremble as I get close to knowing what is and what isn’t. Then I get my heart broken again. It is more painful to know find out the truth for yourself than having to find it out from someone else. But now, even in my waking moments, I find myself helpless for every instance I figure out the truth. I hate this feeling.

Not because I say I am ok means that I am; not because I smile means I am happy, and not because I say it is going to be alright means that it will be. With a heavy heart, I must go on and hope that things will be better. Through my sadness, I can only hope that the same events do not unfold.

But who am Ito predict the things that are about to come.......

For now, let me be sad.

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