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it'll be damn right obvious to some about who this poem is for.

but he should know it.

i don't know what i want anymore. but i do know that i want you here. because for what it's worth, you've been the only person to ever make me feel safe. even through all the shits you put me through. and nobody else has ever made me feel safe the way you do.

and honestly?

i'm tired of trying to find that person who can.

i'm tired of people telling me that such a person exists.

i mean it this time round. stop crushing. stop liking. stop loving. this heart's a broken one that has no love left to give. unless you're willing to take the shit the same way he did - to piece the pieces back together. which will basically mean that it'll be hard to make me to feel. it took him 2 years to make me feel when in the end, i just left for the aforementioned person anyway.

perhaps.. i'm meant to do this by myself.

i mean, a few of us should always stay single.

true?

- oopsy daisy; chipmunk