I gave your love away.

"All love that has no friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand."

I need a breather.

Sometimes I feel like a caged bird, sometimes a pulling thread, and sometimes a repelling magnet.
Now I can't even decipher myself.
I've never feel a tad happier.
This was just another path out, but then again, I pondered.
That was merely what I thought would heal my loss. Ain't.
I doubt myself, I doubt my love, in a mind full of confusion.
Love and happiness, I'd forgotten what's that.

Thinking that I'm saving all, but he proved me wrong.

Been on late nights since he's away.
I can't masquerade but I have to.
A lil euphoria to know everything's good at his side,
so I'll continue my act.
Nothing, but pretendence.

I don't want to stay this way.

I don't want to lose any. But, gone.

Now I'm such a messed up ball.
Pretty save not, tears save not.

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A particular someone walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

And just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.

Perhaps I should just Stop. And think.

And now, I feel solemn coming to a home so dark. All I could see is only dark shadows in my room and reflections of my folks. I can't feel love.
"Is this a home or just a shelter over my head?" I pondered.

With love.