Sad or Bored

I wanted to see how far we'll go. I just wanted to cuddle up next to you. With you, i don't feel as lonely. With you, I feel comfortable and warm. But we know from the very start that this solace is not for us to keep. It's a very fragile thread that just there for a while. It's inevitable that we bid goodbye. Don't get me wrong. You are someone that I really like and I know you like me too, in a lesser sense though. We weren't made for each other. I know that. And I've accepted that a long time ago. I don't have romantic feelings for you. You were there for comfort and warmth. My very special friend. My confidant whenever my constant surge of anxiety kicks in. In a sense, my happy pill. And just like that I want to cling on to you. Addicting...but things are complicated as it is. You have your girl. And I am a friend. There is no more room for me to hold you. It is not my place. Right now, I'm not sure whether I'm sad or just bored. I probably can't hang out with you the way we used to. No more teasing conversations. Less fun for me then. Still, I can't decide whether I'm sad or just bored...

Smoke

In this game we call smoke, I lose. Each and everytime I play this game, I lose. I know this game aint for me. I know that even if I try my hardest, I will never win. I ain't the right player for this.

Goodbye, smoke. This is the end. After this, no more games. All that's left are the burned memories. Fragments and pieces. Smoke and twigs.