What if one of us had the guts tonight?
the tape recorder in my head said to me: “i’m tired of playing these re-runs”
only then did i know that i have ran out of excuses for you
it is so easy, they say, to snip the bud in the head
but why do i feel like the month spent with you is all i ever needed?
romance may be nothing more than sweet words strung together
and love may be just a fight
and the heart, as it is, is just a fist wrapped in blood
but the person who said that “you need to be cruel to be kind” doesn’t know how it’s like to ache in all these places
you might have kept your word, but baby that isn’t what i heard
the moment it feels like i’m triumphing over the hurt
i get propelled back into square one - fading into the dust at your feet
sticks and stones might break my bones
but your words, they hurt the most
Posted on Tuesday January 26th
About me
She can talk to you for three hours straight, making you laugh, cry or simply wanting to stab your eyes with a pencil. Meet Stephanie Gwee, a struggling Political Science student and a freelance tech and lifestyle writer, who more often than not, simply wants to sit in a corner, indulge in a bout of people-watching and sip on low-fat Hazelnut Latte.Her desire to purchase the world’s supply of Chanel bags (and her love for the written word) had pushed her to become a freelance writer for the most widely circulated broadsheet in Singapore. Having a love for both consumer gadgets and fashion, she writes for the paper’s tech supplement, as well as their fashion counterpart. Though far from achieving her lofty Chanel ambition, her writing stints help to pay for her hefty mobile phone bills.
She invites you to email her at stephgwee@gmail.com if you are looking for freelance writers or just someone to talk to. Or you simply wish to donate to the “Buy-Steph-A-Chanel” fund.
