The loud sound
As crystal clear yet so blurry
Able to hide our pains and sorrow
Our tears seem faded in comparison
A happy romantic weather
A sad mournful shiver
Such feeling seems to linger
Just a while longer
Until it's gentle touch causes us to wither.
In every story there's a supposed happily ever after
Also known as the end
But what really is the end
A bride and groom eloping together
Or a young girl being given away to cancer
But let's face it there's always going to be an after, a realisation that not all that glitters is gold
She dies but what about the people around her
They don't all die too
But rather they move on
They forget all about her
Because in the end their life has to go on.
What do you think happens
When two people fall in love
The theory is when you love two hearts become one
But what happens when the supposed love disappears
What happens to loving eachother "for as long as you live"
Now "as long as you love"
And what was once a spark is nothing but the past
Those hearts still remain intertwined
And no matter whoever you love again
There would always be that missing part of the heart
While everyone else smiled I cried
Listening to my heart beat as I died
Now I feel nothing
Speak nothing
Hear nothing but the sound in my head
To others it's nothing
To my peers it's the demon speaking
The sound which I yearn for
Yet find so unbearable
Making me do things unthinkable
It's the sound of loneliness
The only sound I've ever heard
The only sound that listens and hears at the same time but never speaks.
It's the only memory left
Where time remained frozen
Where history was all that mattered
Where her smile never ceased
Now it was only history
And It held no sentimental value than a photograph.
If the stars could cover the sky
I'll be the biggest part of you
But they don't
That's why I'm non-existent to you.
She cried
Because she knew
That no matter what he did
She'd forgive him
No matter what she heard
She'll still paint him in a fine light
What could she do
She had mastered the art of love
But she was yet to know all the pain she will endure for it's cause
Time passed by and so did you
The sun drifted and you did too.
They were three cubits high
They protected me
They were built on betrayal
They kept away the hurt
But now they were crumbling
Faster than lightning
Nothing could break them but his touch.
They claim to love
An old walk down memory lane
They always remember
A history I never made
They are happy
In a world I cease to exist in
It's obvious
They are to good for me
It feels like a burden
And I know they feel so too.
It doesn't hurt me to know you hate me
I hate me too
You don't need to feel bad for me
I already do
Don't try to hurt me
It already hurts being me
Don't try to love me
It would only hurt more when you get tired
It might all seem sad
But don't worry about me
For it all comes with being a liability.
i realized that it is not my disbelief of love and it's realness; but rather, it is the understanding of the inability to attain that thing of which people so often refer to with fondness.
i found it is the undeniable curse of being the unlovable.
you see, it is not that love is heartbreak.
it is that loving me is.