Your gateway to endless inspiration
It’s suffocating,
loud and exhausting.
It’s a downward spiral
And I let myself fall
In the rabbit hole.
A space of my heart,
Locked away.
For oh so long.
You knew about it
And you question
The small confine
Where you belong.
You hold the power
Over me
No one ever had,
Will ever have.
Am I just
Punishing myself?
Not making peace
With the choice
I’ve made.
How come
You don’t want me
In your life?
When I will
Welcome you
In my arms
A thousand times.
I am a bus stop, so you weren’t supposed to stay.
“I would’ve love you for the wrong reasons, and I would’ve love you more for the right reasons. But one thing is for sure, we will tear and break each other apart.”
Is this still a part of moving on or I’m still a fool for you
More willing to let go than hold your hand.
Had to give myself a chance to live without you
If she ever asks when I stopped loving her
“But you’re allowed to be you, to be spontaneous.” And still I wonder why I sought for your approval.
I am allowed to be me. Never again should I allow you to enter my state of mind. You aren’t the boss of me.
And suddenly you can’t run from it anymore. You face it not to just overcome it, you face it just to end a suffering.
I still don’t know what my “it” is
Sober enough to check up on them at 4 in the morning.
It’s what after of the aftermath of falling out. I wish it wasn’t with you.
It happened too soon when it shouldn’t.
There’s something I have to write using my thoughts.
It was scary that I mattered yesterday and today, I’m just another stranger.
We lost us
If you ever find yourself unable to get up in the morning, catch yourself lying on your bed or staring at the ceiling for hours, I am here to tell you that it’s okay. The world may have already begun but even the sun take its time to rise. Take your time. Gather yourself. Close your eyes. Breathe.
Why is it not easy in the morning?
Whole world out there, but still I want one with you in it
I guess, if you ever ask me if I still love you. I’d say, I do. I love you. I still do. There are times that I still think of you, and I hope you do, too. But, I’ve forgotten more than I could actually remember.
So, I guess, if you ever ask me if I still love you. I’d say, I do. My love for you will always be somewhere. It stays wherever you chose to leave me, wherever I chose to leave it. And, it’s here. Never moving. Never growing. It stays wherever I want. It stays behind.
I breathe so loud,
someone heard me
on the other side of the world.
Because I broke the silence,
thinking it’s the loudest
scream I’ve ever had.