Another one of my many misfortunes
this is the second time around I felt the pain, pain that is slitting through your heart, tearing it apart and smashing it.
yet, it feels so good too, that what is inside me, what I feel for her, had been given out.
I need reasons, I am asking why..
I want to talk, I started the conversation.. she didn't replied..
why?
I will always be here..
*yes he knows it was love
eventhough the love that he gave never came back..
- my favorite line from my self-made poems..
