The heart fails you when you do not protect it from nasty people, nasty food.
Lately my heart has been failing me big time. Too much too fast, made me realized how much i was actually missing out. I have been giving too much receiving too little. Trying harder but getting lesser. Then i tell myself, why do i have to go through this? Am i not worthy enough to be treated like a lady? Right there and then, i know that i deserved it, then tears of joy flowed from my eyes, i closed my eyes and cried hard. i have woken up.
Lately my heart has been failing me big time. Too much too fast, made me realized how much i was actually missing out. I have been giving too much receiving too little. Trying harder but getting lesser. Then i tell myself, why do i have to go through this? Am i not worthy enough to be treated like a lady? Right there and then, i know that i deserved it, then tears of joy flowed from my eyes, i closed my eyes and cried hard. i have woken up.
There's a fine line between hope and reality. I've been hoping for far too long for changes to take place but the truth has been staring at me for a long time now. THINGS ARE NOT GOING TO CHANGE. So... my heart stopped giving. Not because it cannot, just because it doesn't want to.
I don't even feel sad a bit. I've never felt so alive. When we let go, we can feel like the burden has been lifted off your shoulders. Then again, did you make it go away, or did you run away. How much can someone take...
It doesn't mean you give more, you receive more. When you don't communicate, and suddenly everything is about fighting. When you don't care enough to love the person. you take things for granted. You think you had me, but you didn't, and you won't anymore. why? becausei don't wanna live like that for the rest of my life- Living with a person who cannot feel, cannot love, who is not excited about me or us at all, don't know how to appreciate, to care and show concern, who cannot have matured conversations with me.
Hello lover, here i come for you.
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