the words i speak of.

the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

have you seen yourself?

where is your dignity?

slow death.

our lives are measured in years.
well that is true, it is only half true.
actually our lives are truly measured by moments.
it is the seconds in which we make decisions and act.
the outcome of which paves the way in front of us.
these are what we, more often than not, overlook.
the moments are precious and also dangerous.
it can build, or break you.
but you could also BUILD OR BREAK OTHERS!
and so you did.
you broke what was shared by two lovers.
your mind, twisted.
your dignity, none.

tender loving care.

those little letters you snuck in together with the food you made for me.
do you know how happy i am to receive those?
it turns the darkest of storms to a bright sunny day.

your heart decay.

the apple of your eye,
the rotten core inside.

we don't need eyes.

you are the mastermind.

the white, the black, the red.

you've played your game well, bastard.
it will on this very plane on which i suffer where you will find no peace.
may your heart be filled with discomfort, just as how i am.

always denying.

maybe sometimes people did not actually change.
maybe you just never knew who they really were.

keep it up!

you are a fucking coward!

the very opposite.

you would expect someone with a higher EQ to be able to handle this well.
but from what i can see and experience for myself, these people don't.
they break on the inside much more than what you can ever imagine.
your puny mind is incapable of registering these level of emotions.
so when people tell me how good i am to have a high EQ, i tell them no.
i wish i was not born with one because we will be the sufferers of life.
a world where the antagonist feel the exact pain inflicted on the protagonist, instantly.
that is a world i so much desire.
an eye, for an eye.