I’m tired begging for attention
Begging for time
Begging for I-love-you-toos
Over the years I learned how to say no, how to beg and looked pathetic, how to chase and ended up being embarrassed, how to be looked down and stepped on, how to be ignored.
How they loved me so much in the beginning and how I gave my all, even opportunities for a better future, my dignity, my values, my money, my time, my sweat and blood, my reputation and my family. Then to end up being left alone. End up being not good enough. End up being boring. End up being too serious. End up being not so exciting anymore. End up being too fragile. End up being a part of the past. I’m just everyone’s few old chapters in their life. Someone whom they’ll never forget. Just a spike of thrill in their life.
Funny how I begged for love, time and attention. How I tried so hard to make things work. Yet love remained as a feeling. I see it as a commitment.
Love stories are always exciting in the beginning then after a few months it becomes boring or toxic. That’s why I don’t believe in love-at-first-sight’s, at meant-to-be’s and at how-perfect-they-are-for-each-other. I believe in love as a never ending sacrifice. Not really a beautiful thing. How can you know love if you don’t know pain. It’s like a stereotype that it’s all fun in the beginning and when all is said and done, you go on your separate ways.
I give too much for love and end up with nothing. Only wasted dreams and memories that need to be thrown away so I can love again. Weird how that works. You get hurt over and over again yet you can’t blame the next one so you have to be fair and love wholly again. It’s like a cycle. But the aftermath of the broken promises remained.
I don’t want to beg anymore. I don’t want to be weak anymore. I love coz it’s the purpose of my existence. I learned to love without expecting anything in return. Love me, I’ll love you. When you’re done with me, I’ll mourn for another failed attempt of finding forever and move on with my life. I’m not worth keeping as I’ve witnessed of how others left me like garbage but I know my worth when I look in the mirror.
I’m happy with the time and love you can give, the days you say you love me back and the days you looked me in the eyes and say you’ll never leave me. I can no longer count the persons who said this. Understand, why I am fragile. It’s because I’m still believing that I’ll find that person who will respect and love me until the end. It’s because I didn’t stop despite the repetitive pain. Loving again is like finding the courage to step back into a flaming wheel. It’s not a beautiful sight yet I try again.
And now, your actions speak louder than your words. I’m sensitive enough to be aware that you are fading. Yet, I am masking my pain, crying on some nights of the fear that history will repeat itself. Trying to change our routines so you won’t be bored. Trying to fix all the possible things that will make it fade. Giving you all smiles and attempting to make every good memory. To my present, like what I did to them, I’ll give my best shot while I still have a chance. I’ll give my all in an attempt that I wont be an old chapter of your life, a someone you’ll never forget. I’ll give my all on my another attempt of finding a love-against-all-odds, someone whom I can be forever with.