On heart breaks;
i've learnt that heart-breaks can never be cured by ice cream, romantic movies, hugs, crying, blotchy pens and tearstained diaries.
no matter how often you start letting memories come back and just bask in the love you had, nothing will help, if you were really in love
thats the way it will stay
although it might fade with absence
you just can't argue with forever
On Silence;
Its deafening me, this unbearable punishment you are forcing me to suffer with, the silence is so loud after so much noise, so much was said, and now nothing. I would rather have hate, hate shows passion; but silence, the silence could kill me with all the words it does not need to say.
And now when you see me finally, you look at me and realise what you've done, you will know that silence was, essentially, the best you could have ever given me. When you see that with your few words you beat me half to death, and with your quiet you finished the job.
Don't say a word, and don't make a sound again. You won't make it better, you'll just strike a deeper blow. I cut the wounds on my body, and you cut the ones inside. My heart was full of love but it is leaking now, and half empty. I poured it out to you in those few minutes of perfection that were shared, and you did not fill it back up with your own, but ripped a hole through it and left, smiling at the cruel act you commited, thriving off the adoration you never deserved.
Hurt, a sort of poem i suppose.
Paperclips and razorblades, they never had a word to say.
They tried to share, they tried to tell, that nothing seemed to go too well.
Those words, you said, were not enough, and silence now, has said so much.
You couldn't take it back, somehow, the fact that you knew all the while.
You never loved me, never cared.
You always
said, but never dared.
Tristan,and the memories.- a poem of sorts
A beautiful memory.
Like love after lonely silence.
Dreamed secrets, broken promises [&&] moonshine.
I offered my heart, you took everything else.
And it was ok,
Baby it was just fine.
Remember that very last time,
Make sure your memories don't fade like your feelings.
There’s a spring breeze it's back like last year
And finally I am free to spread my wings
And just fly.
But I will never forget you.
A random collection of words, i dont know how to title it;
A gift or a curse?
A knife on backs turned.
Fake smiles, insincere laughter.
Transparent loyalties lay corrupted.
Truths filtered
Lies told.
I refuse to blend in
To this pre-made mold.
tell me what you think :]
