I am hungry Tired Nicotine addicted Smell of cigarettes take over my room I am starving and I should keep on going Punish myself for all I did For all you did to me I cannot sleep I cannot eat for comfort I need to smoke most of the time away My heart is beating too fast Or no at all
We didn't live in fairytales and I wanted to live under the love veils, but our love was more like a tragedy because you thought my shaking hands were an earthquake you tried to hold me even though you knew you would ache You said my broken skin was art But you left me when we were apart I found a rope hanging at where you murdered my heart once There was no blood, just me screaming so loud The sky drew the line between night and light and I could almost feel your hands in this chaotic sight I loved you with every single bone of mine But I was never your once upon a time
do not let yourself fall in love with someone who is similar to me. for someone like myself will kiss you at all of the most beautiful places in the world, just like art galleries, beaches, and sanctuaries, because then you will never be able to visit such places again without having the taste of blood lingering in your lips.
do not let yourself fall in love with someone who is similar to me. if it takes remembering your name among the lonesome souls, i would forget my own if it means remembering yours. i will make you believe that storms are peaceful and that suffering is a pleasure. you will be swept away by the yearning in craving over something that is consistently reaching but never ready to hold you.
do not let yourself fall in love with someone who is similar to me. with someone who are reminiscent like me, i will wreck your home and hurl apologies at you, which will break apart on the floor and hurt you when you walk on them. i will come to fret about having loved you so passionately. i will always be regretful that i gave it my all without stopping to consider that i was becoming increasingly hurting so bad and exhausted. i will always be sorry that i let myself be fooled by the illusion of your love.
do not let yourself fall in love with someone that obviously acts like me—loves like me for the reason that they are all ghosts from the pieces you broke in me. keeping your safe distance from someone like me is not something you should consider doing. people like me are time bombs; when my mission is complete, i will spatter sorrow all over your walls in violent hues that would let you regret your door had never known my name. i'll never master the art of being gentle. despite the weight of our shared history, i would not be flushed away by the chapter of our repressed memories. you will never be free of the shadows you left behind. and the ghosts will forever haunt you.
humans will always find a way to end things and leave. we always do.
and when i am gone, you will fully understand the reason why storms are named after humans.
you can find someone as the same person you used to love from your past
Through mist of mind the thoughts again come lurking out of haze, a time once given to a true love, giving rise to many blessed days. Before a heart was torn and severed from my body's very soul, a time where all of me was contented and felt complete and whole.
Seeming so long ago the memory yet not distant or younger past, fates promise of true happiness, seemingly written in the di as cast. Soft words yet still haunt me, once again tears run from my eyes, as mind recalls the horror moment when heart learned all was lies.
Forever scared and left as broken, shards of who I was before, no trust in love or hope, so never being able to be something more. I cannot forsake the memories nor can I choose to hold them back, for they always start at true love felt before launching a fatal attack.
The memory of that love I lost and the echo of mind "was it real?", a soul will not let go that there was truth in how "true love" did feel. So to keep the joy of love once known and how it should be still, I have need for the memories that invade to hurt me at their will.
the power of a broken heart fills my cup and my fingers tremble and shake when i lift the tear stained glass i want to be alone drunk on my sorrows finally having the right to do so after so long of hiding in plain sight.
Hearts break and it surely hurts when they do Constant feelings of regret So many unfulfilled wishes Wishes for an immediate remedy Even when the heart is not ready Not ready to love again But it hurts when the heart breaks And the wishes are all about wishing for new love New love to soothe the fresh wounds New love to cover the scars Scars from the past disappointments But because of the newly lost love, Missed appointments, Rejected calls and non-replied texts. Less hours of work and increased time of not being productive Reduced creativity and more feeling of loneliness All because of what you once had but can't now dare to wish for
When the heart breaks,it surely hearts And it takes a brave one to survive We've heard many stories of them that din't manage Suicidal thoughts that were fulfilled Overdoses that were self-administered And former lovers that were sacrificed All because of lost love I wish to belong in a world where we would find our love once and for all With no worries about disappointment or heartbreak No worry of finding your only ONE with your so-called best-friend All this because I love love and love to be loved back But every heartbreak makes it hard to love again