Bait

These goes on for forever, it wasn't like there could be an ending if nothing was done. I could dodge a few bullets but i'll still fall for the bait, the bait don't have to be visible, an imaginary one does the trick sufficiently.

Its cold and an unending twirl of crestfallen events often lead to a delusion among the illusion to follow or clarity to move away. But perhaps it's uncertainty is what makes it alluring, all the "what ifs" with all the "maybes."

It figures out in the end, everything done and dreamt becomes you, everywhere and every place reeks of you, every minute and every second consist of you. The bait's presence becomes too strong to ignore, soon enough you know you'll take the bait and slip to the bottomless trap once again.

The heart hurts because the mind believes its hurt, but then again what if, its the mind that hurts because its the heart that hurts. In the end, its in pain anyway, so if we acknowledge and recognize these as facts, why can't we stop it then?

Why does the brake became faulty and like a magnet attracts to you, tracing your every steps in the past, pointing out every single action you do and touching anything you did. Its too much of a mental torture.

I look at others with a green heart, looking at sweet couples all around, and then fantasize about every single romantic thing i had thought of with you, wasn't girls suppose to like that? Then why i never had the chance to prove it, you've seen me at my worst, then why can you believe in my best? If not, at least show me your worst and make me believe it, because how could i go if i think you're still the best?

If only i hadn't become stupid when i was around you, maybe then you'll think otherwise, then i probably won't be in this predicament, it was a seed still unbloomed but i'm a fool that wants to see it grow even when i clearly know it won't, i covered it with too much soil in the beginning, and i suppose its too late to savage what is left behind. I'm sorry that i'm such a fool

So what if you fought when you shouldn't?

So what if you fight when you are going to lose?

I'll probably become stupid if i see you once again, but i'll keep breaking if i don't...so?

i'll tell you, someday, somehow..

Now what?