Fall in love with the guy who plays with hearts
As if they were toys
Love the boy who doesn't even know you exist
But you spend as much time writing about him
As much as he spends time ignoring you
Listen to the voices in your head, from time to time
Let them take over you, but not fully
But let them make you feel utterly hopeless and sad
To the point you tremble
It hurts, doesn't it?
But that's the point,
Hurt yourself, and learn
From loneliness you understand how to be a true friend,
And from a broken heart you learn who to avoid
Let them hurt you,
Because with destruction, creation begins
And one day, you will meet somebody
Who will use your pain to create something marvellous
And he will call your pain his greatest art known to mankind
He will pick up the pieces of your shattered heart
That was lost from all the trauma you've experienced
And then, then you will be thankful for the suffering
Because it all led you back to him