Words unspoken-Questions unanswered: Will i ever stop thinking ?

I've loved you with everything i have in me, but i feel there's a part of you that doesnt feel the same. That tears me up, and there's nothing i can do about that. Coz its you, and  i know you, and you hate answering, and you hate thinking, then tell me what am i to do ?
Is the love thats worth hiding, worth having ?
What is it that i'm holding on to ?
Are we even in the same place ?
Do we even share the same feeling ?
Can you keep me with you till my end ?

How much longer do i have to live ?
Can i live a little longer ?
Can i die in your arms ?
Will you be there to shut my eyes ?
How much is it going to hurt you ?
Can you keep me with you till my end ?

Words unspoken, Questions unanswered.
How am i ever going to stop thinking then ? When will i ever see straight ?

Will i ever stop thinking ?

Wise words once said !

Sometimes its better to let go of some people from your life, to help them understand your value and importance in the future.

When an important person says mean and hurtful words to you, only thing that happens is , that person gets less and less important to you !

People often change for two reasons: either you've learned enough that you want to change or you've been hurt enough that you need to.

The worst feeling ever is not knowing whether you should wait or just let go
Why is it that when you long so much to be close to someone, you always end up saying something to push them even further away.

Value yourself enough to choose to be with someone who wants you as much as you want them.

If we love someone, we shouldn’t be afraid to tell them, because hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.

Sometimes you have to let things go.. not because you’re giving up, but because you’ve realized that some things cannot be yours.

If you love someone be brave enough to treat them right, or be brave enough to watch them be loved and treated right by someone else.

Open wounds never heal if you keep reopening them. So leave the people who hurt you out o your life.

 

We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, just different devils.

 

Letting go

And sometimes you learn to understand that some things are never meant to happen, for no matter how hard you try it doesn't work. Hence compelling you to quit trying and start walking away.

And as I was walking away I left my footprints behind hoping you'd follow and pull me back, but instead you just let it all get washed away. So here I am leaving, not because I'm tired of trying, but because you've pushed me away.

(Because, maybe, I have to.)

Priority Vs. Option

You put their wants before yours: Priority.

They put their wants before yours: Option.

You put their words before your ideas: Priority.

They put their words before your ideas: Option.

You put their needs before yours: Priority.

They put their needs before yours: Option.

You put them before your friends: Priority.

They put their friends before you: Option.

You put them before your social image: Priority.

They put their social image before you: Option.

You put them before what people think: Priority.

They put what people think before you: Option.

You're there for them every time and anytime: Priority.

They're not there for you, even when you need them the most: Option.

You know they mean the world to you: hence PRIORITY.

They know they mean the world to you: hence OPTION.

(Reviewing the thin line between love and pity)

Friendship's Day

Friendship's day: a day when friends get together to celebrate their togetherness, to celebrate the tears, laughters, joys and sorrows. Raise toasts to all those times spent together, and for more to come.

But on a day like this she chose to be alone. "Why?", a question pretty much unanswered. Maybe she wanted to celebrate the friendship she had with herself, her words, her thoughts and her solitariness. Maybe it was just that weariness overcame her heart and made her long to spend an unaccompanied day. Or was it just the transition she had made from being a girl drowning in dependency to someone independent or a loner, something still not known.

She just wanted to drown in herself, be with herself, read herself and know herself. 

Was this transition turning her into being an outcast?

(Lost in thoughts.)

Independent or Loner

She grew up depending on the close people around her for every little thing that happened.

Eating alone was like a punishment, as if made to stand in the corner back in school,

Watching movies alone was always heartbreaking, for there'd be no one to laugh and cry with.

Being alone anywhere scared her like the darkness scared little kids.

The strength of words, it can make or break just anything. And sometimes life takes it's harsh toll, and that's when thoughts strike up, changes take place and things happen.

That was what happened, a few words and her perspective changed. She now preferred being alone, being with the empty air, and a touch of silence. She now loved watching movies alone, because of the fear of crying in front of someone else.

Getting close to someone was like something alien, fascinating but not something she'd want to encounter.

What happened to her ? A few words and her world changed ? What happened to the girl who always drowned in dependency ? 

She is now lost between what's independent and a loner.

(Thoughts sprung out under the pressure of harsh words spoken by someone close)

The ballad of a Casanova

With a smile so charming, the looks that could kill,

a personality that would make any girl say "i will !"

The charismatic nature any girl would find hard to resist,

making girls wonder, "do nice guys like them really exist ?" 

Sometimes too nice to be true, they leave girls so clueless,

with every nerve in them thats been professionalized to impress.

With the head-turning kind of walk they walk the streets so tall,

with the strong feeling of "yea i can make any girl fall"

they know they have it, the big ability to fascinate,

the ability to make any girl willingly wait.

Sometimes i wonder if they're just a softie inside,

with heart so sensitive that they're trying to hide,

with walls so tall guarding their heart from any break,

yes, thats probably when the casanova image they undertake.

the life of a moving casanova may seem so superficial, 

but i  disagree, cause i know, they're definitely not artificial

because if you stop, ignore the charm and try to look deep,

you'll find a boy, scared to grow up and totally worth the keep.

(Insipiration from the Bokanova Group, the sweetest group of boys i've met.)