Your love is still up in the air,
how can I stand this?!

You know that I miss you,
you know that I have been staring at the phone for hours,
just debating over whether I should call you.
I don’t want to hear you asking me
”what’s the matter”
’cause the only matter is
I couldn’t feel your love,
which has been stated and over-stated.
I don’t want to hear you talk for hours,
rambling over your stress,
without asking me ”how do you do”
and still sound like I owe you the time over the line.
This makes me feel like a puppy dog;
looking at you with watery eyes, yet ain’t able to tell you anything
but no, you aren’t even able to see my watery eyes
and you don’t even care.
I can only drain all my tears,
onto my pillow
my bed
my dreams
you don’t want to listen
but I miss you, man I miss you so
my heart goes through struggles and struggles
it’s all bloody and bruised
How can I stand this?


You know that I have all my love for you,
you know that my eyes can hold nothing but you
people said love is blind
and yes I am all the way blind
yet I doubt if you are
why would you say you love a person so deeply
but never think she’s a beauty?
why would you think I’m the one you want to marry
without telling or do protect me?
please, if you love me
don’t wait til I lie under the ground to send me a lily
don’t wait til I’m gone to send me a kiss
don’t wait til I ask to say you love me
I have been waiting for years
just for your love to appear
but never, never would it
How can I stand this?

I have taken the first steps
and thought you’d take the rest
yet you’re still standing there,
watching me trying my best
to remove all the obstacles on the path of love
with your arms cross.
I’m just a girl, still, a little girl
I want to be cherished, I want to be loved
this might sound selfish
but you’re not even close enough
friends would lend me their shoulders
but you just keep me cry;
why should I keep loving you
when love is offered by another guy?
my heart keep telling me:
he’s not that into you
yet I can’t break up
’cause I don’t want you to get hurt too.
How can I stand this?


I hope one day these would all be over,
these cuts, these pain, these nightmares.