I am a poet, or I like to call myself one. My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages; I rarely compose from glorious days. I’m inspired by the world, by people around me but mostly by my pain. I consider myself an introvert for you will rarely hear me speak, but on the other hand, I have much to say just not with my lips but with a pen. I hide behind ink and paper ready to write my feelings away.
I see, breathe and feel my heart breaking a thousand times a day I keep silence all through the day, the night but when I go to sleep on my bed, I remember each broken piece like a still fresh bleed Depriving me from night's peace this is my sleep disease All these heartaches control my night dreams They won't cease till I cease.
heartaches hurt the most — as if breathing takes a lot of courage and playing guitar isn’t about the riffs anymore. it’s as if tears could choke you in pain and every so often they heavily pour. usually, heartaches could only be felt in a sob or two; but now heartaches are random nights that keep on haunting you.