deep monologue

the whole world is never going to understand what's going on.

between blinks, your heart seems to cripple,

a balloon on the tip of a needle.

juggling between lust & love,

i know i have failed. neither to love. nor lusty minds.

i have failed myself.

"he's never going to be yours"


yours truly,
a broken heart without a rainfall.

luckily my lacrimal gland is not working tonight.