The amazing thing about people is that time doesn’t really measure how much you know them.
It’s confusing to see people you’ve known for years to become a stranger to you.
Or someone you are with to somebody you used to know.
It’s crazy to witness an unmasking of a fear you never really know was there, a pride that was always in its slumbers. A sadness that you have never noticed even through the mirrors of the soul.
Or a laughter that was always behind a poker face. A laughter behind all the anger. Beauty under the darkness.
We cannot blame people for changing, because in most times, they never did change. It’s only about how they have chosen to reveal themselves to you, and how you have managed to unveil them.
Sometimes, it’s about who you are to them and they to you.
Why are stories of angels
being cast away
were always about them falling in love?
of how they have gazed
upon a face
and felt their souls ache
longing for greater than what is above
Yet, even as they are damned
they would do everything
to protect and save their beloved
They say that being in heaven
is being home
maybe that is why
angels would rather
have their wings stripped off
– So please don’t ask me
why I love you more
than I should. // hrh
You have always been questioned about your scars. You would sometimes give a laugh for an answer, for you know that even without your words they already have assumed answers on their head. And they look at you with curious eyes, not knowing that you can see through them. You can see their judgments, you can see their disgust, you can see their pity. Then, while you are gone, they talk as if they know you when they don’t, and they stab you silently with the stained glasses of your trust that they had broken.
What they don’t know is that you’re a fighter. With your own blood you cleanse their wrongs by ignoring them and living the best of what you can have.
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