Hymns from A Winged Archer

Coffee last night and the morning after has made me weak. It was raining as I entered DLSU. Feeling emo and looking like shit, I didn’t know what to do. I kept guard on my cellphone, hoping by some grace of God almighty…. *Sigh*

I received messages from her. She said she’s leaving. I told her wish you didn’t have to tell me; that she was cruel enough to tell me in my face. I was already Broken… She found another way of crushing my spirit.

I almost wept while reading her texts; my seat mates keeping distance from me, from the way I was texting.

I asked her to stop messaging me anymore because it was breaking me apart.
There was nothing else for me to do….

Eros has the wings of an Eagle, and the eyes of a true archer….. How I loath him.

To kill him, strip of his wings so he could no fly in his dreams…

Gouge out his eyes so he could no longer see the truth…

tell him lies and deceit that he may not know the difference…

Gag him so he may no longer speak of passion and beauty…

Cut off his hands so that he could no longer feel…

Break his quills that he may no longer have purpose…

And when he is all but dead,

Crush his heart by whispering "I love you"…

Then you would have killed him.

Nice guys finish last. I hate movies like Sleepless in Seatle and The Lake House. The nice guys always finish last…. Fucking story of my life… Is it because I care to much? Should I be more selfish to me?! Why can’t I get this one right, despite the fact of doing every goddamn thing correct?! Let me rant.

5th time since this summer… I don’t get women…

Estelle says that i’m not really that much of a nice guy… that’s because I never courted her. If only she knew what kind of effort I place, she’d know that I would do almost anything for the girl, and everything that mattered. Story of my life.