Also human

One more beer, another cheer

Don't you know, I was waiting for you here?

Midnight airport, "It isn't unfair!" - you were too drunk to be there

Because you are a man

It's only natural

One more forgotten promise, our anniversary - was I the only one who cherished?

Weekdays for work - Fri' for sport - Sat' Sun',  god-knows-what - in your picture, where do I fit?

Your eyes wander off - my presence, matter not?

Because you are a man

It's only natural.

Because you are a man

It's only natural: your ego: your best friend

Your ambition: top priority

So what about me?

Because, indeed, before loving you

Before learning by heart all the craps - what a "good" woman "should" feel

Sacrifice - alibi.

Theory aside, I am also human

Human seeks happiness

I long for mutual bliss.

So, calmly gently to your face

- the one I adore, the one I'll never hate

"I have had enough"

"... and I'd love to break up"

Because I am also human

It's only natural

May, '10

I am turning 21

My-Linh's note: 

"Also human" was inspired by this clip above - and a painful story of my classmate, whom I wonder if her decision for happiness has turned from illusion to reality. There have been many lessons taught - double of which are memorized by women, for their own sake. "Don't get jealous, it's not the way" "Be forgiving, he only sleeps with your close friend once" - I feel like laughing my ass off, but in a unbearably bitter manner

Those kinds of pure craps, I have heard, I have seen, I have wondered: where woman's dignity went. To the black hole of man's happiness? To the silence of their deafening despair? Since when the definition of love, sacrifice is this distorted, twisted to the favor of man?

Too many questions and too much silence - I am not in a relationship now - I can look and talk in this manner without an blind eye. But who knows? Who can tell? Who can assure me: that all these actions do not worth it all.

... to some women, it's unbearable "he" is not there.

It isn't love, it's possession. What isn't yours, will never be yours.

"Illusion never changed, into something real" - "Torn"

One fine morning you wakes up - I would not love to see your perfect sky is torn.