I loved and lost
Better to have lost than not, as they say
And now I wander
Choosing the path not many would take
But I take it as I go
And that is that
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Grey sky
People rushing by
Sound of thunder, rain coming
I was just there, transfixed, just standing
Watching everything and everyone move, flow
It’s Friday and I should be excited
But I’m up early instead of being asleep
Under the covers of my blanket
Keeping warm from the cold rain
I’m up preparing breakfast
Drinking coffee
Eating stale crackers
To fill my belly.
The warmth of the coffee comforts me
And the staleness of the crackers is somehow welcoming
And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me
I ask him why, what made him look my way
He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him
So I say,
“You are not in love with me.
You are in love with the idea of me.
Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,
Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.
You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like
However,
That is not what I see.
I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.
The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.
I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.
That is not what I want.
I want a man who can stand on his own
Who agrees to disagree with me
Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it
A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me
A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.
You may not see the difference”, I said to him.
“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”
Is it so wrong that I prefer to be alone?
To choose not to “settle down”
To just be single for the rest of my life
To not want what most want
To just be by myself
Tell me, is it so wrong?
Bring forth your heart and lay it down in front of me
Show me charades of promises and tell me of dreams you have planned
Waltz around and parade your undying affection
While I read between the lines and see beyond the colors
Your mardis gras of facade I see right through
See, the grand gesture and parade is not what I want
The simplicity, the truth, was what I was after
And those two, you failed hard at
Rain drops
Tear drops
Dew drops
Droplets of happiness and sadness
Of pain and suffering
Let them fall, let them drop
They thank their lucky stars
But I have none of that
I work hard and I pray
I do not wish worries away
I do what I can whenever the challenge comes up
Because no lucky star can ever get me through it, aside from myself
Row your boat as fast as you can
The tide is fighting back but you have to try
Try hard and work hard until your arms are sore
The only way to make it is to row your boat
Her and that blue dress
Made me look like such a mess
I’d fallen for her, who would’ve guessed?
I wouldn’t have noticed her at first but now I’m stressed
Because she walks by
As she smiles and says “hi”
But now I’m just another guy
She loves someone else now, not I
And if I had known at that time that I’d feel the same
I wouldn’t have played her on this game
Now I am put to shame
As she walks on by calling his name
