Melancholy

I am torn apart but I chose to bear it all alone in this four-corner room. I shiver in cold and feel lost in the space; for the versions that I’ve created to satisfy their visions were never and will never be good enough—so long as I am not seen for who I am.

—K. RDV.

I make my decision. It's my right.

It hurts more than I thought.
Yes I imagined this, but it's on another level.

God, hiding pain is most painful thing.

He has a way to make me smile.
He doesn't do anything.
He never did.
He doesn't even knew me.
I knew him, I liked him.
I loved him, I live for him.

Waiting has a way to keep you going ahead.
Waiting alone cannot do anything.
Waiting with hope in eyes and patience in heart.
Hoping can make your eyes glow.
Hoping for best and waiting can can your heart flutter.

He doesn't need to say anything
He can stay calm and low.
I will keep waiting.
He just has to be okay.
His smile will make me smile
I am sure of this
All he needs to do is stay alive and sound.
I will make my way to him.
All he need to do is just wait a little bit.
I will do the hard work and try to reach him.

Cause already he is doing so much for me.
He is making me smile.
He is making me fall deeper.
And I love to fall for him again and again.

𝘽𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡.

--𝙑𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙑𝙖𝙣 𝙂𝙤𝙜𝙝