contradict is me

i am sick of missing your candy ass.

mind is being preoccupied by the past.

here, listen to the voices of my heart.

now, come inspirations.

that song triggered me,

so i decided to turn on my notebook and write my night away.

if youre missing someone badly like i am,

you should be feeling the shit im having now;

first class seat.

how the hell am i gonna describe this?

its like not having your bloody phone with you.

you cant focus much,

you feel like something is amiss.

you just dont feel RIGHT.

you dread lying on the bed.

with your eyes shut,

youre being brought to another dimension,

where memories playback like a french romance film.

paris lovers, perhaps.

you feel like texting and calling him/her,

then you curse yourself with it.

you forced your ego to hold you back.

one day i might dropped dead from exhaustion.

then i will ask myself this,

am i exaggerating

or

am i for real.

you were real

and i wont be embarrassing to say,

i fucking miss you now.

now,

someone please laugh at me

right now.

night