The science of living
And the method of loving
Both seemingly nice
But rest to eyes
So as to spectacle
Let the book remains opened.
My mind is a mess,
Something has broken,
I feel the pieces, they hurt.
I want to lie down
In his t-shirt
And cry myself to sleep,
Not the clichèd tub of
Alot of sour candies,
And a cup of hot tea.
I feel it burning inside me,
I can taste venom on my lips.
I want to hit something so bad!
I have a slideshow of memories in my head, driving me crazy!
I want my hands tied,
And all attempts to reach you to fail.
I have a series of questions to ask
But answered none!
I use comedy as my defense,
I laugh and crack jokes,
I taunt and I self mock!
Nothing brings peace,
My mind is a mess
I feel terrible, less human!
Like a dobby of this cr...
Last night, my anxiety apologized.
my anxiety said sorry for driving you away,
she said she put those thoughts in my head and waited for them to become the reality,
she said she made me believe I am not worth it, who would want to be with me ?
and waited for my insecurity to creep in and make it all worse.
my insecurity and anxiety are friends.
So, they keep repeating every word you ever said to deduce different meanings and they choose the worst possible one to fit it in my head.
my hope struggled only to be told that he should know better!
for my happiness it was the final nail,
my strength was tore between fighting them or dealing with the damage?
my sanity? she and I both know she's fragi...
Where have you gone Man?
I'm so tired of swimming!
Won't you come to give me a lift
Now upon the coconut tree
I leaned and rest.
Little flies rush to light
Dashing against bulb and dies
Giving pain to her.
E a luz vinha dali. Daquelas borboletas que só tinham um dia de vida mas que a perseguiram uma vida inteira, por gostar tanto da liberdade como elas. As borboletas seguiram-na para lhe darem as asas que ela necessitava para voar. Ainda assim ela era capaz de voar sem asas, porque se sabia livre, tal como as borboletas eram. Só não tinha um dia de vida, mas vivia a há vida como se fosse compactada num só dia.
Dreaming of future???
It's not the best way to live a life like this. To dream of a stable and beautiful relationship if it will never happen?? To think that someone would give everything for me if it will never happen, maybe it's better to stay hidden in the darkness where nothing hurts where loneliness embrace me n my dreams. Maybe it's better to be that one that nothing moves him, that the cold hearts that only cares to write, the one who only has to live in Love...........
Where you've been
It doesn't matter.
With who you have been,
I don't care.
Love is a beautiful word
that we both find hard
are now very careful
to avoid more pain.
Do you know, what's the thing that gives me immense peace, extreme happiness, pleasure, confidence, trust, sense of fulfilment and many more things?
It's holding your hand. You can't disagree, I know. You are the best thing that happened to me in years. You are my best friend. You are the person whom I tell my daily gossips. You are the person who has the patience to handle my daily tantrums. You are the person who has my back. You are the person who is always by my side. You are the person whom I love the most. You are the person who loves me the most.
Benevolentnessly in LOVE
Togetherness is so much more than loneliness
Leaving all differences of caste,creed & society - being one is madness...
Being on your lap & seeing myself in your eyes is craziness...
Clamping your fist, holding it tight is far sightedness
Letting my hair lose & lost in your talk...is thought fullness
All these unique things makes our love to raise to amazingness...!!!
Some connections cannot be named,
They don't fit in any of the categories unless there is one that says your weird matches mine in an odd way. I get your bizzare like you get mine and we can manage to be there for each other and look past the flaws. We love each other in a way that is not termed as love by people.
Is that friendship?
Maybe, in the purest form possible.