The color of my heart is black, it was burnt to black by you who possessed that shining gold smile. Yes, your smile might be gold but your words were always so cold, so cold that every time I remember them, chills run down my spine and the only way to ease myself is to see red. Red on the wall, red on glass, red on my hands
“Really, why am I like this?”
I couldn’t even remember a time when I was happy. It just seemed like every day was filled with nothing but hardships and temptations and the days only got worse when I met you. Yes, those moments with you… I could not think of a single word to describe my moments with you. I could not even grasp your concept of such love since to me, there is no such thing as love. Since all my life, All I saw was ha hared is definitely what you should call love. Hope is the parent of disappointments and despair, and that misunderstandings only bring pain. So you trying to understand me is a misunderstanding in itself since I don’t even understand myself.
There you go again, showing off your red lips that has only told me nothing but red lies. People really are cunning… so cunning that their forced smiles make them look like they are really happy. But in reality, it only makes them become delusional. So delusional ha when you try to put the colors together, they just don’t mesh anymore.
I sometimes feel that you wanting me is just all in your head. I mean, with your wanting, it seems as though you’re slowly becoming like me… This might be karma chasing after me again but I can’t bear you becoming like me so I might sing of us breaking up. This is my first and last confession to you; goodbye.
Although right now, I may not show any feelings in this goodbye, I might actually regret it. I might actually miss you. I might actually admit that at some point in this relationship, I loved you enough to figure out that you being with me was a mistake so I had to let you go. Someday.. when I’m at the edge of my sadness and loneliness. I just might. Someday. But until that someday comes, I will just return to where I came from, back to my black world. The world before you came.
As I watch you retreating figure, I’ve come to realize that the shadows on my face were all created from the light I called you. And now that light has disappeared once more. I am left in nothing but black. I hope you find someone better than me since I am just “a bastard who never knew how to love”
#Sad_Vibes
And so, I pull out another entry from my old writing journal.
I wonder if people would enjoy reading a few other stories I have there
As I watch you retreating figure, I’ve come to realize that the shadows on my face were all created from the light