You

#You You said I was childish, never serious , took things simple but what you left out was why I carried myself as such. Truth be told, thats what I resorted to after my aftermath of my being serious, being honest, giving my all Maybe I have suffered so much pain that I chose not be pain in others life, maybe I have been betrayed so much that I chose to give my whole and unconditionally to others. Pain to love, betrayal to honesty. Not that I'm perfect but chose for myself a route that makes me sleep at peace every night. This wall of enegry filled with laughter, smile and internal happiness, it's not a face but maybe I was fed with much love from a tender age, taught that humans were vessels to be filled with love, maybe that's why I give so much of it. I said you not us, for in me some skepticism still lingers, for the human in you, I said my circle should match my aura, thus I wonder if you are capable, of being around me all the time, shedding love without asking questions. Call me an illusion but I'm a cut from a different cloth, a piece that lives for here and now. They said life was a fleeting space, what is to life without giving your all? Pain and betrayal are part of the fleeting space, choosing to hang on to what have been, is robbing yourself a moment to cherish in your present, we are just not made the same. Takers take and givers give but then I'm just a giver. I wanted to say us but then, the you' hasn't kicked in yet, maybe one day you would wake up and see through the curtains of life and see the worth and cherishing worth in every bit, without hesitation, maybe then I may say us. I say you for in you I see the spark, an ignite that my eyes and mind refuse to ignore, that as, I drip my ink in you #Poetic_Ink