The purpose of this blog is to hide myself away from anyone who is unaware of my true identity. Yes , I agree with you. I had been brave to tell everyone before that I was actually who I am and that you were part of my dark past somewhere. But I guess, I was brave then, because I was proud of what we had . And now, as you go away with that (good-for-nothing) rockstar, here I am, left with a brokenheart, secret identity, and a stack of articles written for love's abdurdities.
It has been three years and yet, though my pride hates to admit it, but I wonder so much about you. So much that I could not sleep for the past consecutive weeks, wanting to hear those old words you said to me, and trying to find out why the rockstar won over me. That was childish to ask of course, but why would you do a thing like that?
And I heard rumors that you had been back on the prowl with the community of people who hang around and waste their time in cyberspace and unrated chatrooms. And as my shift ends, I have to write this because the Indigo Girls made me so.
Wherever you are, I just want to congratulate you for making me whine about you everytime I would hear the word 'love' and all the other cliche subsequent to that emotion.
I dreamt about you a couple of times. Most of it, showing you, happy with me. I guess that happens because on my subconscious, it is still you that my heart craves for. You might see my friendster profile on "in a relationship" , what a stubborn lie. I did that to revenge on you, at least you would think that I'm not into you anymore and that I had found a replacement to your undistinguishable existence. And of course, you will be brokenhearted (at least that was what I hoped for). But sure, I know the possibility that the rockstar made you happy and forgot about me. Sure you already did.
And I congratulate you for doing so. For being numb, for everything you've done to my stone heart the past few years and please applause yourself that you are still powerful enough to shoot me right on that spot where everything will be irreparable.
Also, I just want to say that there will be a time where you will scream my name in front of your mother, in front of that damned rockstar, and you will find me nowhere. But if you will catch me, I will do nothing but embrace you. Pathetic.
*******
And i feel it like a sickness
how this love is killing me
i'd walk into the fingers
of your fire willingly
and dance the edge of sanity
i've never been this close
i'm in love with your ghost
-indigo girls "ghost"
It has been three years and yet, though my pride hates to admit it, but I wonder so much about you. So much that I could not sleep for the past consecutive weeks, wanting to hear those old words you said to me, and trying to find out why the rockstar won over me. That was childish to ask of course, but why would you do a thing like that?
And I heard rumors that you had been back on the prowl with the community of people who hang around and waste their time in cyberspace and unrated chatrooms. And as my shift ends, I have to write this because the Indigo Girls made me so.
Wherever you are, I just want to congratulate you for making me whine about you everytime I would hear the word 'love' and all the other cliche subsequent to that emotion.
I dreamt about you a couple of times. Most of it, showing you, happy with me. I guess that happens because on my subconscious, it is still you that my heart craves for. You might see my friendster profile on "in a relationship" , what a stubborn lie. I did that to revenge on you, at least you would think that I'm not into you anymore and that I had found a replacement to your undistinguishable existence. And of course, you will be brokenhearted (at least that was what I hoped for). But sure, I know the possibility that the rockstar made you happy and forgot about me. Sure you already did.
And I congratulate you for doing so. For being numb, for everything you've done to my stone heart the past few years and please applause yourself that you are still powerful enough to shoot me right on that spot where everything will be irreparable.
Also, I just want to say that there will be a time where you will scream my name in front of your mother, in front of that damned rockstar, and you will find me nowhere. But if you will catch me, I will do nothing but embrace you. Pathetic.
*******
And i feel it like a sickness
how this love is killing me
i'd walk into the fingers
of your fire willingly
and dance the edge of sanity
i've never been this close
i'm in love with your ghost
-indigo girls "ghost"