Miserable Thing Called Love

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin

(Somewhere only we know -Keane)

im writing this cause i miss someone. someone that makes my heart flutter lately. 

the one who talks a little yet pressuring, but helps a lot. 

A tidy man with a lot of laughs and unfunny jokes.

I miss him cause i know i like him. 

But it's too cheesy to tell him, oh no big no. 

cause i know im not the one whom he like. 

but im too pathetic to keep being too comfort by his side, as his friend. 

liking him is not that i want.

but you may feel this too. getting usual and fall. get rejected and cry . 

But for the last things, im just not ready. i dont want to be ready. 

so i decide to hold my feelings and my acts. 

let him be. let him be my forever friend. 

and perhaps i cry by myself , lol. 

i didnt cry for sure, i dont, and i wont. not for him. 

im writing this because

the thing the abstract thing inside my heart keeps pushing me to talk and chat him. 

is this the love that people always talk ? 

when you really want to talk and know about someone so desperately, 

just to make sure that he's there. 

and wondering whether he asks you back. are you okay ? 

hey girl, you cant control your feeling huh ? 

so cant i , for now. 

im writing this just so i can sing my song loudly 

and tell my feelings out to people, people who dont even know me.  

im writing this cause i know he never reads. 

The Irony of Love 

The closer i get to love, the further away it seems. 

(Sea of Strangers-Lang Leav)

it's okay. i'll hang in here. and i'll leave when my heart cant hold it anymore.

-a miserable one-