I’ve started to wonder
If there���s something broken in me
Maybe I’m made to love
Not to be loved
And like a colorful bloom of temporary lights in the sky, you will shine.
I'm not saying I still think of you
But if something good happens
You're the one I would run to
If I am met with misery and pain
Only you could make it go away
And if there is a love song in the radio
Our past comes back like a tornado
you were never mine in the first place
but the serpent of your name
carved in someone else's heart
has the same poison in its fangs
as the serpent that would be
if you belonged to me
its bite intoxicated me with jealousy,
infecting my bloodstream, and every inch of my being
but i have no right to be this way,
for i am not yours, and you are not mine
yet, why do i present the same symptoms
as someone who watched their lover fall for someone else
doctor, oh doctor, can you cure me of this ailment
may i mistake these feelings for something
they are not
I want to meet your girlfriend.
No, really, I do.
I understand that you love her in a way I can’t fathom.
I want to see what she’s like.
I want to know what she adores and what she doesn’t.
How she feels, and how she knows she loves you.
Because even though I want you, you’re hers.
And I want to see if I could love her the same way you do.
He kissed me under the moonlight. It was soft, so tender and he held me close. I finally stopped shaking, I crumbled in his arms and he held me, he held all of me, firmly. I didn’t get butterflies like I used to, my heart didn’t race but I felt warm. I felt so warm. His kiss was like a calm afternoon when the sky was clear and the sun warmed each and every corner of your heart. His lips left me and he looked at me with those brown eyes, eyes I’d recognize anywhere. He smiled and scrunched his nose. He was so beautiful and I said, “I love you”. The smile left his face, his eyes mirrored the dim light of the kitchen. The wind brought in the cold night city air and he kissed me once again.
The only time I'm with you is in my dreams, in my fantasies.
I’m not your person; and you are,
beyond any doubt, not mine.
Yet my eyes scan the crowd for yours;
And I yearn for you in desperate times.
I drown in my own thoughts
I still couldn't find the answer why I loved him. What's only clear to me is that, he didn't respected nor appreciate me. It's unfair, but what can I do? It was my heart. My poor heart who has been rejected by him, but still keep on loving the man who is not a better person for her.
Call me in the middle of the night and tell me you can’t sleep alone.
Tell me you want me.
Tell me something
Tell me anything
I am truly sorry
Someone came into your life
And convinced you
Mistreatment means nice
Means you're weak
I wish I could
Heal your thoughts
Even if it means
every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
- Lang Leav
I want to stop loving you.
But whenever you smile, my heart races.
Whenever you laugh, my knees get weak.
Whenever we meet eyes, my palms sweat.
Whenever we talk, I get nervous.
My mind tells me to stop, but my heart cries proceed.