#myownwords

until the echoes of her laugh didn't haunt the corners of my mind anymore

and my sheets started to clear themselves from her scent.

until the only way i could find deliverance was by clinging onto whatever memory of hers i could still find

until i could only but weep in the hollowness her love has left me.

till my drunken lips could not muster the sound of her name

or the way she sounded mine so beautifully

my heart's knuckles white,

it held.

As I sit with heavy eyes

I have many questions,

Most of them tend to be why’s

Should I seek suggestions?

Can’t pinpoint the driving force

That brought this conclusion,

No point beating a dead horse.

Peer through the illusion

Stuck in deep cogitation.

Is this the easy route?

Strenuous meditation,

With internal dispute.

It seems to me I remain

Outright oblivious

Do I tend to cause such pain?

Baby, I’ve had my own problems.

Maybe you just don’t have time to see them.

Maybe I don’t half to be with you, I guess I don’t half to be as cool as you.

Just this one time please give me a break.

It’s takes time to find true love.

If this love was not enough then I guess this is the end of us.

Part 1

For this song

I sat in my room, day in and day out. Blinds drawn and the bath running.

This ultimate sadness is like a cancer growing within me. Even when the tears dried too quickly, the melancholy ran like a river, replacing my blood with atoms of heartache and misery.

Maybe there's a purpose in this emptiness, I would always remind myself.

Maybe, just maybe, my words would hit someone like a train someday. Reminding them that they are not alone.

So I'll write about this feeling until my words come as close as it's able to describe.

I'll write about this feeling until my palms start to bleed.

I'll write about this feeling or anything that comes close to it.