feelings are stupid. you can't just throw words into your heart and hope it will make something eventually. at some point you will realize that "we can make it work" is too much a hope to holding on to. i realize it now. watch as everything fall apart.
shut up you stupid heart.
this is unreal. there is this thing squeezing inside of me, asking for blood, creating storm. the more you fight it, the deeper the scars. and i'm all alone in this. stranded, withdrawn, just like the last time. this is stupid, this is real.
steady, you stupid heart.
i have been here before. departed with a confused belief that i won't be here again. but then, promised with soft, warm sunshine and occasional hard rain, this deceitful heart made me chose the path of love yet again. not long after that, love asked for its price. i paid it with all i have left that i was forced to turn back, to hide once again in this dark cave decorated with frames and frames of bad dreams inside of me.
what have you done, you stupid heart?
it is no surprise. i should not be surprised, i should have expected it. love is a losing game. throw those i love yous scribbles away, that is where i should start. i will get better eventually. i will handle this loneliness some time later. words will find their way again. the storm will pass. this too shall pass. repeat it again and again: it will get better. it will get better. it will get better, right?
oh, shut up you stupid heart.
shut up you stupid heart.
this is unreal. there is this thing squeezing inside of me, asking for blood, creating storm. the more you fight it, the deeper the scars. and i'm all alone in this. stranded, withdrawn, just like the last time. this is stupid, this is real.
steady, you stupid heart.
i have been here before. departed with a confused belief that i won't be here again. but then, promised with soft, warm sunshine and occasional hard rain, this deceitful heart made me chose the path of love yet again. not long after that, love asked for its price. i paid it with all i have left that i was forced to turn back, to hide once again in this dark cave decorated with frames and frames of bad dreams inside of me.
what have you done, you stupid heart?
it is no surprise. i should not be surprised, i should have expected it. love is a losing game. throw those i love yous scribbles away, that is where i should start. i will get better eventually. i will handle this loneliness some time later. words will find their way again. the storm will pass. this too shall pass. repeat it again and again: it will get better. it will get better. it will get better, right?
oh, shut up you stupid heart.
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