Saturday, 18 October 2014

Burning Low

"I broke up with him"

"Like seriously?"

"I dumped him."

"You declared it?"

"Yes. Like I knew everything is completely over."


Basically, how do you know when it's over? Maybe when you feel more in love with memories than with the person standing in front of you now. It's like you're craving for something to be fixed while that particular person sees everything is alright. You're the only one who knows something has gone so wrong and you try to put things back to their places but then you have no idea how to deal with it because it's you, the only person that realizes everything is totally messed up. So you're going to sit there blaming yourself for the whole shit and the person asks if you're okay, you lie. You're not trying to run from the problems. You're just tired and sad. No ones understand you, at all. Everyone that told you they will be there for you no matter what turns to become a complete stabber. You have no one else now except yourself. The last choice you have is to end everything knowing both of you will get hurt. The worst part when you yourself, the only person who could feel the pain deep inside your chest but you tell no one.