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Everytime I see you, my heart skips a beat.

Everytime I see you, all those feelings come rushing back.

I thought I'll be over you, but I'm not.

I thought that writing about you might help me forget you-

I thought wrong.

"The parts we can't tell, we carry them well

But that doesn't mean they're not heavy"

- Alana Beck

Got my legs dangling over the edge.

If I lose you too in the same way I lost her, it just proves how pitiful and useless I have been. No more 3rd time. It hit like a bus the first time; it'll hit like a train this time.

Happy Valentine's Day, I guess.

Each cut of fiber on my skin should represent the things I deserved. The pain I deserve. If I counted all, I may not be breathing by dawn.

I feel sick. Sick of all the emotional turmoils within me.

I stood there dumbfounded and frozen as I read the 4 words you left me for the nth time.

"I don't trust you."

― from the person I poured secrets to

Words: As more of mine spill, the less I wanna hear. My thoughts reeking with stupidity. Oozing judgements, too much fear.

Silence: As it draws inevitably near, so does internal unrest. A chaotic warzone filled with "What if's?". No time for peace, no room for serenity.

Finja Brandenburg // unknown

And when everyone's asleep, I lie awake thinking what went wrong. I do not weep, yet my mind plays a melancholic song. I drift away in hopes of dreams, yet they were here to stay with their agonizing screams.

But you reside in a different world, and we only connected through obscurity in time. Now I'll spend my days wishing we'll meet again sometime.

I've been here before. I've done this a lot of times and more. But I know they will never drop 'til I'm alone on my bedroom floor.

One day, these memories will creep out my eyes and leave traces as it touches my cheeks with cold hands.

What will I do with all my wishes if I can't wish for you?