the USED

It comes with the territory, it’s inevitable, my goal is to know you, be your light, to guide you, to hold you together when you're crushed, to cry with you when everything seems to be hopeless, to cry for you when no tears left in your eyes, to laugh with you in crazy times or when you do something completely and utterly stupid, to scream with you if you cannot contain your excitement or pain. I will offer my hand even my whole arm just as long as I am needed I’ll be there for you

Operative phrase "as long as I am needed"

A very close friend once told me that people are users. People attach themselves with others because they need something, once they got what they need-- we become expendables. That might not always be true but to some extent we all get used.

My dream has and always been to make a difference, to touch people’s lives-- to be remembered, that at one point in your life, I made you laugh, smile, cry, scream--that I became part of it.

But as you go on your own way, it is in my hope that what I had with you was enough; be it good or bad, used me or not, at the very least it’s enough for me to be remembered.

-nai 8.6.10-

moonglow

I was woken up by the dancing shadows on the floor. It was the tree kissed by a soft breeze lit by the moon. With its gorgeousness that stood out amidst the indigo sky,

breathtaking

hopeful

nostalgic



As the breeze once again filled my room there’s a different chill that pierced through me. Not scary but more of sadness. The sill night should have given me peace but all the more it made me realize something.

something I keep consciously hidden.

something I don’t want to tell my self.

Something true that I cannot accept.

You’re Gone.



The moon reminded me my paradox that even with its romance I feel more alone than I ever was and more hopeful of an unrequited love

walking

I walk

I walk as far as my feet could take me.

I walked faster thinking that if i could just stay far far from you i would forget you. But it doesn’t work that way.



I walked far enough to give you distance to maybe cool things abit. far enough to still see you that if u needed me i can still run back..


but you left



Left without a word. without goodbye. What am I supposed to do? say its ok?



I never wanted and expected for you to love me back. i just want you to pay me some attention..



now im walking

walking as far from you as possible so that this pain would be bearable and every step i make to get way from you a piece of my heart breaks.