The Broken Window

 

 

I am done with you.

I am through. I have carried around this hatred, this pain, this regret with me for so long. 

I don't wanna be like this. You're just the biggest mistake I have ever made. You're not worth any single of my emotion. You're not worth even my goodbye. 

So, this is it. 

You're non-existing to me from this moment on.

Talk to you never,

Ed.

The Umbrella Doesn't Shelter Your Heart

 

You know, the rain has finally stopped. The sky above us is finally clear again. The smell of the soil; ugh, I just want to bottle it and put it beside my window, so whenever the wind passes by, I can remember again what the sweet longing tastes like. 

Yes, the rain has finally stopped. It's time to close the umbrella, to celebrate the puddle in your yard, and to take a really depth breath. It might not always be a rainbow waiting, still it promises some kind of freedom. 

 

So I believe that there will also be a day, when the rain in my heart will also stop.. 

The End of an Era

Am I such a big fragile coward if I told you I just want you to be there whenever I turn my head around?

That I want you to be there, be scared with me, be happy with me, and everything?

Am I such a foolish childish stupid guy if I told you that I just want you to say that you'd still be there inspite? 

That you'd still love me even when I am being dark and twisty, and that we'd survive whatever it is?

Am I such a lousy dreamer if I told you that I want to stay for better and for worse?