|| Adjective || We aren't strangers and we aren't friends, nor are we lovers. We can be nothing, and everything however you want it to be. Why must we define what we are? I like spending time with you, more than I should be. Isn't that enough reason to make you stay? - a.h.
I give you permission to take my heart and throw it at the wall as hard as you can. At least then I'll know whether it bounces right off like it's made of stone, or shatters like it's made of the most fragile glass ever existed. - a.h.
|| Noun || The absurdity of how much I loved you Made me stop in my tracks For how could I love somebody as deeply As the stabs I have lodged in my back Do you still call it love If it's not given back And past the line of reason When what it is,… Continue reading Betrayal
It's pages creased and crumpled, covers worn. But people still read them over and over for what they have. We're all second-hand books worth more than we're ever told, don't for a moment forget that. - a.h.
Why is there no delete button in life? I wish there was one, but not because I wish to delete you from my life. It's to delete the feelings we have for each other so that we can become friends again, and fall irrevocably in love all over again. - a.h.
|| Noun || The problem with words is that we tend to misuse or abuse them. Instead of using them to convey our thoughts and feelings, we use them to hide instead, to exaggerate events, make people fall in love with false impressions and to injure. Is that why sometimes to prevent being misunderstood, we… Continue reading Words
|| Noun || We steal cups of coffee Then sit in empty bars Walk around in baggy pajamas Down Fifth Avenue park They call us mismatched hearts And a pair of mismatched souls But are we all that mismatched If we make each other feel whole? - a.h.
Why do we love so miserably when we can love happily? Maybe because loving you miserably is much more tempting than the prospect of loving happily with someone else. Maybe because we can't choose the person we love. Or maybe because loving you got me so consumed, it's the only thing I've ever known how… Continue reading Prospects of Loving
I don't hate you, I just can't find a reason why you did that. Why you fooled me to the point of no return then let go so completely and suddenly and irrevocably. I'm left holding on to something I'm not even sure existed in the first place, before stupidly realising I'm precariously close to… Continue reading How Stupid Am I?
I no longer am drowning in thoughts of you. Now it's an endless cycle of empty spaces, desolate stations and abandoned buildings. - a.h.