I (were) Believed !

She has to move on. 

At first (as I was taught),

     I believed in miracles just like love at first sight.
     I believed in disappointments just like life of a Sunflower.
     I believed in laughter just like as it Rains.

     I believed people would hurt; simply because we have given the ability to think and react.
     I believed family would stand; simply because blood is pure and core to life.
     I believed friends would lean as needed; simply because things are meant to fall, not friends.

     I believed dreams are necessary to look forth as tomorrow has to be decided before the present ends.
     I believed tears are vital to measure one's strength as flowing river soothes every eye.
     I believed back-stabbing tend to happen as trust is something worth implementing.


But what (as it happened),

     When things get twisted, suddenly.
     When your world falter so drastically.
     When going seems far-to-go journey.

     When a hand needed to halt a shaking wrist.
     When a voice needed to calm the dampening word down.
     When an ear needed to bear that havoc listening.

     When possible becomes unreachable.
     When beauty turns to bitchy.
     When wishes end up on committing suicide.


Who stands? Who backs? Who calms you down?

And who really cares if you sob helplessly?


Eventually (as it happened in real),

     Miracles become myth.
     Disappointments are now your new forte.
     Laughter pinches you, literally.

     People's sound so true.
     Family turns out to be that yet-to-explore ocean.
     Friends become the vulgar aliens.

     Dreams let you down.
     Tears make you live.
     Backstabbing lead you to adapt.


Later (you tend to ask)..

     Where has the belief gone away?
     Who would lawyer those promises?
     How will the truth be measured?

     Does anyone really matter?
     Do they deserve the given care?
     What about the pleasing memories?

     Who would guarantee happiness?
     What would be the way-back tool?
     For what you should keep on?


Just before an end (as I learned),

     Miracles do happen but I lacked the luck.
     Disappointments could be stopped but I chose them at first.
     Laughter would last but I (always) had more to look for (at).

     People tend to become violent; it's just not the whole me to gap the bridge.
     Family would leave; it's something that I realized of late.
     Friends should be set on free; it's just that I tried to convince 'em to stay for long.

     Dreams have no bars unlike humans, who strive for identical figures.
     Tears have giant flow unlike waves, whose height are measured to calculate the loss.
     Backstabbing has brutal force unlike emotions that can turn out into biggies.


And then (sucking reality),

     Why would one spent years of yarn for a mere soul, that doubt its own existence?
     What is the benefit of such contracts?
     Where has the mutual debts gone, that was claimed to remain intact at every twist & turn?

     You should be your own warrior.
     You must bring that damn faith.
     You have to hit the so-called head.

     Not for the sake of it.
     Not for the make of that.
     And not even for the sum-of-blah.


Until a backhand is missing, so are the other linings.

Until the person in you won't ask, no one cares either.


     It isn't called backing, neither standing.

     It is fighting for survival.


It is a ‘quid pro quo’ of journey, where you were given a soul and the ‘rest’ remains on wholly applied *conditions*.


Thus, ‘bringing’ could only make way for ‘giving’... as since I have taught myself to believe !