#77.
Just went to sit in my room for a bit. To look around at my own personal space.. For a bit. Wandered my eyes around, until I hit those six words I put up to remind me of the good times we had. Those six tiny little words, cut out of a newspaper. I'm starting to regret sticking them on my wall, because all they really do now, is show me how much I miss you, and how much of an idiot I was for doubting you. I can't take them down though. I don't have it in me to take off those words.

Uhm. So this'll be the fourth poem/ish-sorta blog that I've posted. Uhh, I wrote this one on the thirteenth of May, the day after that. It's only an extract, because the rest of the poem is a bit embarrassing. Okay.

I miss you so much as it is.
Although, it's probably my selfishness kicking in.
Because right now, all I want
Is you, right here. In my arms.
It doesn't really seem like you're trying
To make it work between us.
Regardless of your petty words.
"Ohh, Tiennn, it hurts me too,"
Does it, does it really hurt you?
Last night, you told me.
You told me you'd understand it if I were to hate you.
I'd understand it too.
I'd soo understand this situation, if I were to hate you.
But turns out, that I don't.
So like, what the hell is going on.
I like you, you like me.
But what sucks is, this isn't going to work.
You're so caught up in life.
And I'm so caught up in loving you.
...


There was a bit more, but that was a bit direct, so I'd best leave it out..

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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