The_lostsoul3

If I'm not wrong. Is that youuu wifeyyy??? 
          Yahhhh!!! I missed you sooo much where were you. Couldn't contact you. Just recently I realised while we can't text on wattpad like before, I can still leave a message here...
          I really miss you dear..

That's the thing, he doesn't want affection or anything close to it. He just—don't know what he wants or the lack of. A fragile attempt to survive like a wounded bird with broken wing, fluttering uselessly while he move forward. The bird doesn't carry name or the burden of it and he almost envies the bird. One less sackle than him but caged same. 
          
          
          
          
          
          The cruelty gone but the weight remained. The rock is no longer resting on its wing. Yet, he's carrying the weight of it.
          
          
          A finger stroked it's beak followed by whisper "you will learn to fly again." If the words meant for himself or the bird. Nobody knows —
          
          
          Many anticipated that the bird would fly after the broken wing mended, but what they lacked to see is the burden it's carrying or the fear of facing it again. Not afraid of being hurt, but being ended up like this again with a broken wing and broken will. When next words left his mouth, the bird tilted it's head and watched with a familiar eyes and shared grief. "We will learn to fly again". 
          
          

"If it stays, it is love.
          If it ends, it's a love story.
          And if it never begins,
          it is poetry."

"I know you will never choose me, but I would still choose your shadow over anyone else's sunlight."

Take it personal.
            When they knew it would hurt you and did it anyway. 

When you ask me what I am afraid of,
           How could I ever tell you when I try to reach out to you. Only the wind embraces me. 

Struggling between being selfish and being mature  

Ever woke up and felt the urge to see someone, Just to realise you couldn't do that, Instead you succumb to fears, Until the longing fades into nothing...
          
          My gaze hides behind fluttering lashes, My lip trembled yet failed to utter something or anything,
          
          When my hands shook with sheer urge to hold your hand...
          
          Yet I stay uprooted, watching you walk away, What if my gaze find you, yours already set on someone else's...
          
          What if my lip formed those words, whispered like a breath in cold morning, vanished into thin before you noticed...
          
          What if my hand reached out to you, too late, too hesitant, and my hand met  the ghost of your touch... 
          Coward, a voice called,
          Maybe... I realised.

When you say you were almost mine, how could I ever tell you that I've always been yours...

You make me feel like the song, which I listen to daily and never dare to sing along, beautiful yet devastating.