Random Dump

Not a love story
Stares collided.
Hearts were shaken.
They said love begin at spring.
But ours bloom amidst the harshness of winter.
Your hand held another.
Mine also.
But our heart still met at the middle.
Nothing could ever bloom from this wretched love.
But the thought of you out there
Alive
Happy
Soothed my pain.
Because it's not about me, nor you.
And this love story is still not about us.


Depression
They told me that winter was harsh.
Cold And unforgiving.
Wait for the spring! They said.
Flowers bloom and everything was festive.
But as the petals rained down.
I knew that spring was still winter.
Colorless.
Dull.
Achingly cold.
My heart bleed as I walked alone.


ACTA NON VERBA
I wouldnt do this.
You said.
Your eyes sparkled with the conviction you held.
I smiled.
Happily.
Naive.
Trusting.

Ah, but in the end your words doesn't matter.

It wasn't important what sweet words you said, what promises you made, what convictions you held.
Your actions speaks up for you.


Love: act 1
Loving is easy.
I thought as I looked at you who owns a heart that never looked back at mine.