the more you give, the more you get. i give my heart.

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i wish, i could cry everything out in one blow, all of it, so that i don't have to cry everyday on installment.

be careful when you fall in love. be very, very, careful.

exactly how badly
can you miss someone?

it's not just about
sitting beside the window
and watching the sunset
thinking,
"oh well, that's another day without you."

it's going through
your normal life,
eating the usual cereals
you make everyday,
taking the same route
you take when going to work everyday

but in doing all these
usual everyday things,
you start
making sad poems
inside of your head,
singing songs to yourself
with only one person in mind,
staring at the blank space,
smiling to no one in particular.

bad, bad, missing

turning tables by adele

so I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
no, I won't ask you, you to just desert me,
i cant give you what you think you gave me,
it's time to say goodbye to turning tables,
to turning tables

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."

- The Little Prince

who do you think you are
running around my head
without my permission
just like that,
at any time of the day
with no respect of what i do
or who i am with?

shoes

finding the right shoes that perfectly fit you after looking in a thousand places is like

sitting beside that someone, talking about the weather and what just flashed on cnn, knowing absolutely well how needed you are and wanted, feeling complete, even without those words said;

stumbling and falling faced down on those right shoes that perfectly fit you that you found after looking in a thousand places is like

saying "i love you" to that one person you sat beside with, talking about the weather and what just flashed on cnn, knowing absolutely well how needed you are and wanted, feeling complete, even without those words said, and all you get in exchange is, "yes, i know."

so you go home barefoot, carrying in one hand those right shoes that you thought perfectly fit you that you found after looking in a thousand places

watermelons

when i first started this blog, i made it a point to post here everyday. doesn't matter what- quotes, a song, an essay, whatever. i just have to write here no matter what.

obviously, this blog was first written with a broken heart. this has become my own wall, and i don't really care how many few eyes read this. i just have that desperate need to write and it's not for the people reading, it's for my own survival.

i have never imagined how fragile the heart is. it survives, but it gets broken on a daily basis and goes through a tremendous amount of pain no happy pill could cure. but still, it goes on. it still loves no matter what the consequences are. the heart is clueless that way. it never learns.

and when it's hurt, all you can do, is cry.

but then again, these writings have saved me. it has, one way or another, helped me from those thoughts that keep me up forever while in bed trying to sleep. it has kept my sanity in place. that, and the heart that never stops whining, but still loves the most that it knows it could.

"you are taking away my bones time. but given you and bones, i would throw away bones for you any day."

"i did love you during those times you think i didn't."

edie by leddra chapman

so paint the lines beneath your eyes
to hide the pain beneath the lies
you're chasing streetlights home tonight
you're chasing streetlights home

what's the plan for today? attend a friend's album launch later tonight. the rest of the day, i bum.

i find lesser things to write here. maybe because, i write everything i should have been writing here on my facebook wall. not that all of my friends need to know, for some reason, i just have this want of reminding people that i exist.

last night, my landlord texted me "good night, beautiful," and i almost fell out of my chair. until now, i am still deciding how to react on that, since we don't even talk in the first place. i had a problem with the keys in the house, and i thought he needed to know.

so, here i am, writing away, without any particular direction about what i am supposed to be saying here. writing helps, it does. and for some reason, there are things i want to say here that i still haven't found a way how to.

but i am writing away anyway.

"it's time for me to tuck you in."

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