Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough

there are lots of things I have to do
but my mind is clouded by the thoughts of you
to each, we're just another memory
we are never meant to be

for you everything was just a lie
but love is not a game for us to play
I wanted you to know what I feel is true
though I am never meant for you

everything between us abruptly ends
still, I'm hoping to hold your hands
I know you'll never see me as I am
because my image is stained with the past

once upon a time, I don't believe in forever
neither do I believe in happily ever after
nor to infinity and beyond
because everything eventually fades

but once in your life
if you are lucky enough
you'll have someone who divides your life
from the time you meet them, and the time after

there's no single moment I regret
I felt special, I got hurt
and though my love may lasts forever
we're still not meant to be together

thank you for our numbered forever
thank you for all the times you cared
thank you for those moments you shared with me
and to all the pain, I'm sorry, we're just never meant to be

The Last Story

Scars don't heal. It always carries with it the memories.

"How did you get that scar?" she asked.

A question that automatically brings the past to life. It will always be there. Every time you look at it, you can't help but remember. A great big scar.

It doesn't heal, but it doesn't hurt anymore. It's just a mere reminder of the things that happened. Or maybe not.

"It's beautiful, right? A very beautiful scar."

She looked at me, confused.
I flash a sincere smile.

"What?" I asked.

"You're weird." she said.

"I know." me.

"What's so beautiful in a scar? It just reminds you of something that hurt you before."

"Every scar is a story."

"Here we go again. Everything has a story. Blah blah blah. Just tell me how you get that "beautiful" scar?"

I laugh. I like this girl. She always sound like an irritated monster, but no worries, she doesn't bite.

"Accident. No, more like stupidity. I was riding a bicycle then, full speed. Then i clutch both front and back brake. That put the bicycle into sudden stop. And then, you know, inertia, so I got thrown up into the air. Then I hit the rocky ground."

I paused. Smiled at the thought of my stupidity. Then I continued,

"I got lot of bruises on my left shoulder, elbows, knees, and the deepest, here."

I touched my scar to show it to her.

"Left eyebrow."

"You still ride bicycles after that?"

"Of course. Bicycles are kinda part of my life. And I still love riding bicycle though I got hurt by that many times before."

I tap her head then smiled at her. She smiled back. But then her smile suddenly turned into a please-don't-leave-me look.

I flashed one last sincere smile at her.


I closed my eyes.


Then I wake up.