August 2011
2 posts
dear love..
I’m sorry..it’s always been difficult to curb this mouth of mine..
ever insulting..hoping you could take anything bad as jokes..but I guess my words can be really hurtful still..
sigh.
and your health..
really..
I don’t know..
you really should get checked at least..
even if you don’t like doctors or short on cash..
cause I don’t know if you can pull...
of lines and truth.
I promised to try and mend the pieces of your heart.
and in turn, I’d let you have mine.
time passed…
I never quite found out how to do it..
instead I just. really. enjoyed being with you..
at first I was honestly reluctant on letting my own unstable heart out..
held onto it by invisible strings..
but you treated me too well..so well..no one else has ever treated me better..
no...