confessions of an emo-fuckshit

i am like water and he, a cup.

we compliment each other in a relationship that i think of as beneficial to both of us.

i poured myself out knowing that he is there to gather me whole. i never thought that he too, could have his limits.

he is always silent– the passive type. while i am busy boiling myself when mad and chillin’ when in the mood, he stands there.. waiting. only to react when pressured by circumstances.

i guess i pressured him too much. suddenly, he wasn’t himself. perhaps, i have poured my heart out to the point he could no longer contain it.. he had too much of me that he fails to hold up to the assurance that we stupidly gave each other.

he breaks himself.. so he could break away from me..

but as i’ve said, i am like water.. and even if he leaves me spilling everywhere, i am still here– still able to move along the tides of life.

i couldn’t seem to explain why i couldn’t seem to be angry at him for not holding up.. but this, i always believe: it is a tragedy– a love like ours being lost.. T.T

BLOG*what.made.you.let.the.romance.bleed.away??*jv

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