Habits Of A Wanderer

But my love, You are stubborn and very stupid. You do not want to accept the truth, Because you know that it will hurt you. But I tried telling you the truth, The reality you can't just keep avoiding like that. Your relationship with HER fell from cloud nine to the ground  And became as flat as a pancake. She smiles to other guys. She laughs at their jokes. She flutters her eyelashes. She demands from you. And when you protest, She shuts you up with a kiss. But my love, I beg you to listen to me. Love is free, But you are as free as a caged bird. I tried talking to you, But all you said was : Shut up woman! Please accept the truth, Before your heart gets broken. Because my love, I never see you smile anymore, And that's something no one should Ever Have to suffer through. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this while listening to KISS YOU by the THE FRAY ( Cover by Jason W

But my love, being heartbroken is a disease. At first it is concentrated in one area, then it spreads.  The pain takes over your body and it feels like every part hurts. Your heart has locked itself with a key, ashamed of the broken state it is in. Your eyes don't meet others anymore because you know looking at someone's eyes is a slight chance of them finding out.  That's how easily i read you. But my love, you broke my heart and you break it every time you kiss her. If you knew how much i cared about you. Well, I don't know what you would do.

Hi there. Its been sometime since i wrote anything here. There had been this emptiness in me that i didn't know how to fill them up. Feels like the emptiness won over whatever I had built. But then i realized, I just needed to overcome the fear in me. And I did. This one goes to the emptiness i felt once. Emptiness was looking at yourself in the mirror and acknowledging that you will never be society's definition of perfect. You walk around like a corpse, feeling your soul fade away every second, and there is nothing to do about it. There is nothing you want to do about it.  Emptiness tasted like a gum that has lost it's taste. Yet you keep on chewing because you're too lazy to spit it out and take another one. Your mouth is disgusted by the taste, and you are torturing the muscle in your stomach by faking the though of eating. You keep on chewing, just for the sake of it. Emptiness sounds like your parents talking about your grades, and how they need to g