Promises are meant to be broken, trust is something which only exists in fairytale.
Words are words, they do not mean anything till actions come along with them.
Can one be afraid of promises and trusting someone enough to open up to another?
There’s this barrel of emotions whirling in me that is so overwhelming to the point of suffocation. I’m going to drown in this sea of emotion. Waves of melancholy crushing down, I’m frozen, incapable of actions.
One should not be afraid of the cold. Cold is good. It blocks out feelings. I’m freezing from the inside. Never do I want to feel the warmth again. Warmth is despicable. It makes one feel hope, only sending one spiralling down into the coldness of helplessness.
You sang me Spanish lullaby
Coffee-laced intoxicating on your lips
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without your images haunting me
I’m trying not to think about you
