Backfired.

Untold stories about us are still in the book of a thousand chapters. Is it me or you who's eyes are wrapped with the black cloth and unable to see the truth in between eyes. The flow of the music faded with a stop in the very last minute without showing a possible ending. Somehow you got me thinking....is it safe to discover the truth from you? Or would it be a suffering for me to let it go?

Sometimes in the middle of a depression season, you came with a smile and questions putting me on lacking decision of running away. A scene from a movie where a man describe a part..." If he walks out but stop and turn towards her, then he will never leave...but if he keeps on walking, he will never come back". Well you put me in this scene where I would stop and stare at you just to stay back and wait for a moment.

Even though I knew from the beginning that the sense of fake and unreliable reasons applied every second I tried to push in but this heart just kept on beating the same name since Summer. Letting you climb the top first made me weak behind. Efforts efforts efforts...that's what I did so far but nothing more than a black hole I got as a return. Isn't it obvious to you at all to see the reality coming at you this instance? I would bet with the whole of Paris saying that even a twelve year old kid can understand the possibilities. Your reactions were just too dull for me and you reasons were predictably common.

I just can't figure out why and why you manage to clear your name with a double faced masks. This part of the story, you are just too mean to be called queen of hearts but the other side of it...people adore you with respects and smiles. A small knowledge is that, if you caused a broken heart...there will be no space for you in love even if you have a million people pushing you from the back.

And now that i'm backfired because of the pouring love I gave to you, you are just another story which is never true in the history of a human's life and you will stay that way until you reverse the circle you made from your own actions.