poison apples

i do not get how human's hearts work.

i wonder how mine works. 

i want mine to be immune towards any kind of words others say.

i call you and say stupid things cos i wanna hear your laughter. 

is it too much to ask?

i am perfectly aware of my inability to give what your pasts have given to you.

but doesn't now matter more?

or are those simply sweet words?

sweet words are like poison apples in snow white. they are gleaming and enticing. but once you fall for it... another prince has to come to break the curse. that's if princes actually exist.

i cannot bring myself to say these. 

i am just going with the flow. 

i am not going to fight for something and then end up being hurt.


because the second mistake is a mere choice. 

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