it was like a tight squeeze of my heart
as i saw the tickets crumble in ur hand.
what happened to the first tickets that u insisted on keeping?
i was planning on pasting everything we share on the book u gave me.
i hold on to too much tangibles
and pay too little attention to the intangibles.
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are you happy with me?
am i happy with u?
u knew there was something wrong
when my expression changed.
you thought it was cos u didn't save the tickets
for me to spit my gum onto.
i cried out "no, dont"
but it was too late.
u came back with some serviettes
and well, at least u tried.
i thought of her.
she who knew wad i'd be angry at
she who would try to pacify me in every way possible
even if she didnt know wad bothered me.
she who was sensitive to me
and every single tantrum i threw.
she, who in the end,
and left my heart cold.
stone cold.
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when i look up, it's u im with.
are we happy with each other?
can we find ppl we'd be happier with?
when i look up again,
it's u im with.
"never start something with the end in mind."