Love is something my friends were enthusiastically searching every corner of the rooms and the people they talk to

Love is something my friends told me would make our life complete

Love is what they said only then will your life make much sense on why things happen

Love is sometimes my friends would say it takes them sky high, and all their life looking for the one who can pay them the same kind of affection

Love is when my friends cancelled our plan because their partners said they haven’t seen him/her

Love is when my friends skip the movie or even our reunion party because their partners said they were too busy

Love is something that made my friends turned to alcohol not for fun but to forget

Love is when my friends called me up after a long weekday and said ‘I just need someone to be there for me

Love is someday when my friends would pay because it is the day that their partners won’t stay&nbsp;

Love is the way my friends look at their long time crush with sad eyes because someone else have caught the love of their life

Love is something that my friends would bolt their eyes out, realizing it was all one side.&nbsp;

Love is that day that they found out someone they loved cheated on them with their friends

Love is when my friends would say you don’t understand when they broke down on the floor right beside me&nbsp;

Love is something I eager to find so that I can feel what my friends have been feeling

Yet, Love is the kind of luxury that everyone can afford to replace every year or sometimes even months, weeks, or days

Love is something complicate 

Marigold Known for its bright color which assemble the energy gives off by the sun. A flower which defines as the sun’s bride by some; the representation of Mother Mary by the others; and the symbol of passion, creativity, jealousy, grief, and sorrow of a person by the other.&nbsp;

Marigold is what I shall used to describe the girl I’ve known. The one with brightness of the sun in which she can cheer up others without trying hard to. The one whose her laughs were so loud that it filled the silent in the room. The one with the energy that would throw anyone off guard because of her passion, kindness and cheerfulness.&nbsp;

Marigold shall be what I used to describe that same girl I’ve known. The one who was considered as pure and naïve in the eyes of men. The one who was so innocent that someone would look at her and wonder how her energy and innocent would be overshadowed and ruined by darkness of the outside world. Thus, the name of Mary simply means the bitterness of the sea/the star of the sea. The one who was thrown into the world that has no mercy.&nbsp;

Marigold shall be the name I used to call the same girl I’ve known. For she is the one with jealousy. The one who couldn’t seem to get enough of everything she has. The one who couldn’t seem to find what she was looking for. The one who eyed others as if they were better. The one who couldn’t understand how to love what she has.&nbsp;

Yet, Marigold shall be how I pronounced that same girl I’ve known. The one who is full of grief and sorrow. The one with the heart of stone, so when you look in her eyes, it’s cold. The one who would scare away because of the darkness of her moon. The one who people stared at and said you are ruined. She is the same one who smile the brightest, laugh the loudest, dress her best in the room. The same girl who do whatever to catch her moon.&nbsp;

I shall name her Marigold – the bride of the Sun, the darkness of the moon.

She is a marigold

I somehow have my way – my own way to attract people, and let them stay.&nbsp;

They love my side – the beauty in their eyes.

But they never want to hear my darker side.&nbsp;

That is when I realized maybe it is time – for them to go. (Cont’)

I would let you see the scars I wasn’t so proud of, but they weren’t the ugliest on me.&nbsp;

I would let you convince me that ‘nope. It didn’t scare you away, made you ran and hide away.’

I would let you stay just to tell me that those scars made me stronger and that would be what you loved about me.&nbsp;

I would let you convince me about how you experience pretty much the same thing; and that is why you want to stay near me.&nbsp;

I would let you tell me that maybe you are the one – the one to actually reassemble my pieces, my insecurities; yet, we both know there is no willpower in me.&nbsp;

I would let you try to fix me – the darkness, the sorrow, the grief I will never let go, or the self-destruction that no one knows.

I would let you hide if you can’t fight; even if you are only here to hide; or if you want to cry, but we both know these situations ain’t right.&nbsp;

I would let you make yourself mine – only if it is one-side; only if it is a short period of time because man, the darkness made us both blind.&nbsp;

I would give you time; to sort out your mind – your ‘I would stay for awhile, or I would miss the sunlight.’

I would give you smile – the one that would made you cry not because of its pride, but because you realize you should run away and hide. The creepiness that I hide made you feel like you rather die.

So I let you go – far away and away, whispering goodbye.

Love is something complicate

She is a marigold

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