It's really pathetic when you're still so callowed and your acumen is only heel deep. Then again, I'm hardly bothered by your insignificant existence. It's only an eyesore, an infestation. correction: a parasite.

I'll write my feelings on paper
Because I can't say it out
Give me a pen and your love
Your sincerity is not a doubt

To live is to learn
To get what we yearn
To die is to give up
To waste what we've start

To take but not to give
To lone and not to share
To devour your desires
For yourself and not a care

That's human

You hurt me with your silence
And you break my heart
You tear me apart when you ignore me
That pierced my heart

But I ignore them for I want to be with you
Your silence is my rejection
I'll never be the same again
Crushed, for loving you

Love is undefined in words
For words hold superficial meanings
But I know what love is
For when I look at you, you'd brighten my day

Love is pure.
Love is blind.
Love is something you endure.
Follow you heart, not your mind.

In my world you don't exist.
When I left, we is already dead.
In my heart, I strike you off my list.
And when the withering rose hits the ground, memories of you are out of my head.

Humane but narcissistic. compassionate but sadistic. candor but hypocrite. we have a tendency to contradict.

Somebody save me, I'm close to falling off the edge. Trying to stitch these gaping wounds, somebody help me please.