心屎

My head is heavy.
The world is turning but I am staying.
Day after day, I stood here looking,
waiting for you.
Yet, you weren't there.
The rain splashed on me, leaving me wet and cold.
By the second, I know you are not coming.
You are not gonna be there for me, anymore.

Even by waiting, you are not gonna be back.
We came to an end.



I completely felt my stupidity in lots of thing yet I can't hold myself from doing that to you.
Once, I believe that you're the one that may handle all my emotions and wants,
yet as time passed, I understood that there would not be anyone that is that perfect for me.
When two humans get together, lots and lots of self control is needed, even more than what is needed towards a stranger.






By lighting up a cigarette, all this are left behind for a minute, and that would be much more than enough.




Self control is the only way, isn't it?





*this is just a random post, which signifies nothing.