up

How do you know that you're simply infatuated from really falling?

The thought came to me on a relatively relaxed afternoon. I am on duty but the staff aren't around so I am practically spending time on a free ticking. Done with my task and objective for the day and its only a quarter past four. My thought's playing again.

I looked at your profile, even tried you chat box but to no avail.
I guess it's really over, the fire has died and my heart has to, again, and for the last time.

Every night I lay myself to sleep, wondering how warm you might be if only you're on my side. I sometimes cry the pain out, but only for the moment, for each time I see you y heart wouls gain be filled with that same excitement, with that same thirst for a hand to hold.

I used to think I don't deserve to cry for love's sake.
But when you finally closed the door – an act I took as a prelude to something better – of how stupid of me.

Now that the mirror has finally made me realize...
braise your self, as for when I wake up, when I get up out of this sulking...
you would wish you took me the moment I knocked.

… to be continued.

cream-O-crunch

We all have our weird sides.

I know a few who like spaghetti on vinegar.

I know someone who put water in her coke to taste.

In your case, you like to eat your cream-O crushed.

I love it, I just simply like the thought that you’d find something (anything. in our case, the billiard board) to crush the thing. And then eat it like chips being poured from the pack off to your mouth. You were child-like, so innocent and smooth.

I suddenly remembered that once I have loved you, and then gave it a second thought.

Have I really loved you? Or I LOVE you?

Yesterday’s been a whirlwind – all because of you.

Just like the song that you have been singing, you’re a bitch and a lover, a sinner and a saint.

You’re just so YOU, the guy I have fallen in love with (maybe still love). The very same guy that I have wanted to sing with the songs you have been singing. The YOU I used to know has become even more YOUnique, the YOU now just turns me on. You crunch my breath by just being you, by being the cream-O crunch lover you are.

But you sing songs of love too.

You’ve also been crunching cream-O’s and OREOs for and because of someone else.

You have been wishing to sing the very same songs, I wish I am singing with you, all for someone else.

The YOU I have LOVED…

and perhaps still LOVE…

Has OREOs to crunch, too.

But, allow me to like you still.

To wish to sing along with you songs I love.

Allow me to crunch this cream-O too.

Take Good Care little CREAM-O man.