Wither

Like the beautiful rose, you are hard not to be attrracted to. Your beauty and smell pulls my soul like a love magnet closer to you. Red is your colour, bright and mesmerizing, striking from the distance. I should have known that the colour was a warning. The danger that your beauty possessed.

I felt so high around you, I can't feel your torns piercing my heart and soul. And as your colour and smell withered when you turn around from me, the torns are pulled out, leaving holes in my heart and soul that now seems to bleed endlessly.

In time, the bleeding had stopped. The wounds dried, leaving behind eternal scars. The issues eventually died too. But here, the memories appears in vivid color and smell of your beauty that once captured my heart and soul.

I can only forgive you for what you have done. As you are the rose, and you are born with beauty that comes also with the torns. There are ways to have you, being around you without getting hurt. But I failed at that. A lesson in life and the punishment that seems everlasting.

About Arguments

In the earlier days, we have few arguments. And even if we have them, it was only about minor things. And these arguments usually ends short. Never prolonged. And in this short argument periods, also known as the silent periods or the not talking with each other term, is a moment of test to see who will start first to break the term. Makeover was easy as we both could not stay apart for long. And these little arguments actually strengthened the love we had. It was an adjustment period to find and to know each other better. Yup, that was the better days.

As we head into the middle of the relationship, the arguments were lesser. It's the period where we came to know each other strength, weaknesses and shortcomings. Simply put, we came to accept and understand each other better and deeper. We thought we have made it.

And at the start of the end of the relationship, the arguments become serious. It was more like a competition to see who is wrong or who is right. Nobody wants to be the guilty party in the blame game. Old issues rise again. Past forgiven mistakes becomes a re-opened cases. All to support the accussations. Evidences of prosecution. Close friends becomes juries and lawyers, taking sides and making tides. It was like putting salt to injury. Spectators, watched and waited. Taking neutral stand or speculate outcome.

As the curtain falls, the show closes with a sad ending. Game over.