Fucked Up Epiphany

What feels more torturous, the one you love doesnt love you back, or when she question your love ?

The latter one seems more intimidating to miss. Man it hurts, it hurts like hell. The one person you trust the most, you felt free the most to share with, so sweetly ask you to take an exit. That is so not fair, notice should have been issued to have change yourself beforehand. Its rightly said that your mind understand you the most in this entire world. Well it doesnt ever misunderstand you. Its the heart that longs for someone to understand the pain, the agony inside it. Its the heart that cries out loud to someone to understand its silence. Understand the emotions swirling inside it, without being told about. Fucking heart, not only end up hurting others, but also end up shattering into pieces itself. From where do i bring a tape strong enough to paste the broken pieces to make a whole new heart. Love is a strange thing, it makes people do stuffs that they doesnt like a bit. But still its worth it, its worth every bit of getting killed slowly.

And here i promised to maintain a cool attitude. Now how do i restrict my idiotic thumping machine to keep things upto itself, to console itself when it needs one so dearly. To keep standing when it needs a shoulder to keep its head on. Seems funny actually to find yourself in such a fucked up situation, when you find yourself abandoned, when you had a hand always ready to catch your tears. I guess its just me and myself and I all over again. Now do i understand how it feels to be lonely, to be all alone. I feel so lonely, so desolute. Please come back honey !!.

So i would be logging on into, to pour out my hearts woe on a routine basis i guess. After all the anguish needs to be flushed somehow, let it be in form of writing then. This is to me, signing off to be back very soon.