Tuesday, August 09, 2005
The first time i sent him this poem was on Feb 17. Then, he called me.
This time, about 5 months later, no poem, no nothing, no goodbye, just that break up sms i gave..
Still no news...
Shd i cry or shd i laugh?
Neither.
~It hurts~It hurts to do this to you
How I need the strength to tell you
I thought about it a million times,
And, each time, I think about it,
It hurts
It hurts to know that you were never there
To answer my calls
Returned my missed calls
Or reply my messages,
Of course, I’d be lying if I said that all of those
Were unanswered, unreturned, or unreplied completely
But, the number of times that you actually did it
Can be easily counted with the number of fingers that we have
In one hand
Within the time frame of months
Not days
It hurts.
It hurts when you said you’d call back soon,
And soon to you is not minutes or hours later,
But, weeks, or months later
It hurts when you said you’d meet me tomorrow
When tomorrow to you,
Never comes at all
Coz I’m still waiting for that tomorrow to see you
It hurts.
It hurts to know how insignificant
And unimportant I am to you
Considering that we had actually started all over again
You and me, after the first time round didn’t work out
You put the blame on work
Work, and more work
That was why we hardly had time to spent together
That hurts.
It hurts thinking back what you’ve said
“We’ll meet up before you leave, ok?”
Coz, I’ll be leaving really soon
1968 hours I’ve been here, and counting to that day
And you just couldn’t spend just a few of hours
Of your time
To be with me?
It hurts when I did my Math
And found out that the last time we saw each other
Was unbelievably,
More than a year ago.
It hurts.
And now, it hurts me deeply to actually
End our journey here
On our 14th month anniversary
Which happened to fall on the 13th day of the second month
It’s a shame that I didn’t get to see you
Or hear your voice
Coz of your busy schedule
It hurts.
It hurts a million times more
When you didn’t call after that
To ask me why
To talk about it, to work things through
To rekindle the flame,
To tell me that I’m making a hasty decision
And that I was being impulsive
It hurts when all u managed to tell me
Was, it was work
It hurts, it really does
Coz there had not been a day that passed by
Without me not thinking of you
There’s a saying,
Once bitten, twice shy
Twice bitten, does it make us wonder why?
I don’t know if there’s gonna be any chance for us
Its not that I don’t want to think about it
But, simply because
It hurts if things were to go back to square one
It definitely hurts
That you can’t turn around
And see me cry
It hurts, big time.
~arlinda'05~
lynn-delysa just penned that down at 11:29 AM