Broken hearts are more certain to break hearts
“this sickening is not of the flesh,
She’s dying of a broken heart.”
Broken is beautiful, flowers grow in all the cracks and hope peeps out of the darkest corners.
It would have been a great idea , if you would’ve thought about fixing yourself …………..instead of breaking me.
In your love, I was drunk.
You pushed me, for I was at the edge of the cliff.
It broke my heart to loose you, but you didn’t go alone, a part of me went with you, may for the reason that hidden part of my personality was revealed only to you, n’ it went with you.
You go, and left me in dark clouds of doubts and insecurities.
My hands,legs and my mind are now tied to those strings of doubts n’ insecurities and they play me like a puppet.
I’ll write you in the books that you’ll not read,,,,
n’ I hope you’ll always remember me ,when they’ll ask you about love
You still haunt me…..
n’ I wonder,
If I haunt you!
I treated you the way, I wished for you to treat me. But everytime I was disheartened ,every single time when I tried to reach you ,my hands fall empty through the air.
Your empty words travel through my brain, and manipulated my thoughts.