I did not forget to tell you who I was. I just decided I'll save you some mental crunches.
I wonder what you know of me now. You've seen very little of me these few years. My smile, my string of malluisms that make you laugh and small packets of gifts. That's what I've shown you. "She has grown to be confident, mature and sensible... not to mention successful." Wouldn't that be your summary? I've worked hard and faked enough to perfect that picture.
But did I tell you that I've cried entire nights till I was out of breath? Did I tell you I've got drunk and decided to celebrate my birthday again because I didn't like it that day? Did I tell you about the assholes I brought into my life? And the bitches who tread o'er me? Did I tell you they stole a part of me to fill in something I was better off without?
Did I tell you I missed you both? Wished that I could hug you and whisper 'I love you' but couldn't. Did I tell you I envy others who do?
Did I tell you I sometimes wished I was born to someone else? Did I tell you it's not fun to know so much so early in life? Did I tell you I feel like an uncrowned prodigy of meaninglessness?
Did I tell you I pat myself for not being an ignorant fool who is shocked at life's every turn? Did I tell you that I owe that to you?
Did I tell you I've become a bundle of contradictions... and probably you are one too?
That I'm fearful of the future and that you cannot help me?
Did I tell you I wish sanity wouldn't let go of me?
Did I tell you my silence rests on little regret?
Did I...?
"Aaah yes Papa, Mummy's ready, let's go!"
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- A Song Called Me
- From the joys of singledom to the exploration of marriagedom, I've travelled some blog time. Mylo, used often in this blog is the pseudonym for My Love, my husband. Wide-eyed, brilliantly unintelligible, pillar of humourous support, and heartbreakingly romantic, he and I make life worth living for each other. Today, I mostly write about our misadventures, life, and anything that's more to it!
Did I tell you that you are not alone in this? Did I tell you that whenever you get the feeling that nobody else seems to be suffering as much as you, its not true? Did I tell you that you have more to be proud of that be sorry about?
If not, I am telling you now. Love you for what you are.
Now, where is my b'day gift?
@n - Ummmaaah! (and that btw was the gift :D)
Astounding read! These are some essential questions we tend to ask. I can very well relate to the moments of frustration when you bottle up those feelings within yourself. Good show!
Did I tell you that I am all in greens?
Did I tell you the reason?
That cute li'l OTG was too much a b'day gift :)and never ever surrender to Demands :)...esp when it comes to a roomie..:D
Reality Vs poetry is more than often a thin line, a red one, deaper by the colour of the readers eye. Like the poetey.
-Leslie.
:O woman... what can I say....
Is it the second time am saying you've written my thoughts??
is it one of those days where u cant pretend anymore? when the mask slips and the raw skin underneath shows? is it today that u threw caution to the wind and trusted ur vulnerability to strangers?
isnt venting on the blog a lot like screaming when we are alone?