Doors Closed

I remember those nights when I would crawl to your bed.

talking all night and talk more till early morn.

watching movies over and over again because there are parts I can't move on.

pouring mango juice in champagne glasses and spilling them everywhere.

My point is...

you didn't have to close the door so hard

you should have just talked to me instead of leaving notes on my desk.

you missed my 20th and forgot the 19th.

you must have been really busy 'coz it took you awhile to say "sorry".

Well, I did something great today and I wish you were the first to know.

I miss having dinner with you.

I still have thousands of complain why life is unfair and you should hear them out,

and unlike what you think, I do get sad too.

I told myself then that I'll burn this place just to keep us warm.

now I have to reconstruct a lot of things 'coz every step that I'm about to take from here,

you're supposed to be in it.

the silence here is too much already it is telling me that either you or me won't make it.

I'd rather be out here totally than spending sleepless nights waiting when to hear a knock on the door.

I've packed up my things and I'm returning you the key.

and maybe you'll say that for someone like me, this is just another ordinary day.

however, maybe this time, it's not just about me.

you're holding back 'coz you're chasing so hard your priority--

that makes you just another face in history.