I don't know if I want you. But I do know is that I don't want anyone else to have you.
It wasn't good enough. I knew that. My heart however was having a serious case of selective hearing. All it heard was I don't want anyone else to have you. And within that- was a glimmer of hope, a spark of optimism.
Isn't love suppose to make you feel big?
Like you could conquer the world?
Instead you took my love, swallowed it whole and left me with bones.
The loudest noise I ever felt was the ghost of a heartbreak roaring in my chest.
I can feel the cracks on the inside.
The ones I've tried to hide, they are getting bigger than ever.
I don't even know if I'm alive.
I'm already dead. Is this how it feels like?
I'm numb from all the damages I'm left with.
The million pieces I'm broken in to that I cant seem to gather.
So once again I have proven that I should not love again.
I should not put any hopes.
I'm tired of being the girl who falls head over heels in love with the guy who barely even stumbles.
It was all my fault.
I spent alot of time searching for affection in shallow spaces.
I gave people bits of me they dint deserve and i let myself be hurt,
because i thought that was what i deserved.
Biggest mistake wasn't falling for you,
it was thinking that you have fallen for me too.
