"Joke was on me."

When we were younger, our parents told us that whenever we got a new toy, we had to play with it and make sure we took good care of it and loved it with all our hearts. And so we did. But then when a new toy comes every birthday or Christmas, or sometimes for no reason at all, the toy we vowed to love gets chucked aside and never heard of again. And this repeats itself again and again and again. And perhaps that toy just sat at the bottom of the toy box and wondered why we broke our promise. Sometimes we chance upon them as we rummage through the toy box, looking for something to play, and we remember how much fun we had when we used to play with it. Sometimes we listen to that memory, but sometimes we just brush it aside.

Now things are so different. You know how everything is changing. That toy that I never love anymore still sits on my shelf, waiting for me to remember it one day. But now, two can play at this game. It's either he forgets about me or I grow tired of him. And suddenly, we all become so powerless. That title of being an owner, and deciding when to play, is all stripped away. And now we are at the mercy of this ruthless game that leaves us more torn than ever. Not torn between two, or more. But just one. Just one person with eyes so beautiful you can drown into the depths of them.

And maybe one day you would just decide that I wasn't what you wanted, or you just simply got tired because something else caught your eye and made your heart move. Maybe you found something more colourful, more complicated, more pretty. But I won't sit on a shelf and wait for you and hope with all my heart that one day you'd put down whatever new thing you have just to pick me up and love me once again. Because I'd be the run-away train and chug down the tracks of my life and I won't ever turn back.

Maybe the wheels will creek and break but I will keep going until I'm far away from the place once called "home".

"Joke was on me."

When we were younger, our parents told us that whenever we got a new toy, we had to play with it and make sure we took good care of it and loved it with all our hearts. And so we did. But then when a new toy comes every birthday or Christmas, or sometimes for no reason at all, the toy we vowed to love gets chucked aside and never heard of again. And this repeats itself again and again and again. And perhaps that toy just sat at the bottom of the toy box and wondered why we broke our promise. Sometimes we chance upon them as we rummage through the toy box, looking for something to play, and we remember how much fun we had when we used to play with it. Sometimes we listen to that memory, but sometimes we just brush it aside.

Now things are so different. You know how everything is changing. That toy that I never love anymore still sits on my shelf, waiting for me to remember it one day. But now, two can play at this game. It's either he forgets about me or I grow tired of him. And suddenly, we all become so powerless. That title of being an owner, and deciding when to play, is all stripped away. And now we are at the mercy of this ruthless game that leaves us more torn than ever. Not torn between two, or more. But just one. Just one person with eyes so beautiful you can drown into the depths of them.

And maybe one day you would just decide that I wasn't what you wanted, or you just simply got tired because something else caught your eye and made your heart move. Maybe you found something more colourful, more complicated, more pretty. But I won't sit on a shelf and wait for you and hope with all my heart that one day you'd put down whatever new thing you have just to pick me up and love me once again. Because I'd be the run-away train and chug down the tracks of my life and I won't ever turn back.

Maybe the wheels will creek and break but I will keep going until I'm far away from the place once called "home".