Twisted.

I guess, love is twisted. I keep thinking, Why do I cry? Why do I feel broken?

Are there any answers to my questions? Maybe its just the feeling that I'm experiencing. But still, how do I know its..real love?

I'll be waiting for an answer, till the end of time. I guess those moments weren't good enough for you but meaningful for me. My story is twisted, cold and unpredictable. Sometimes, I feel its a major explosion going on inside me.

Doesn't it hurt when you have to hate someone eventhough you don't want to? Well, it does. One day,he told me I was his everything but he proved, I was nothing to him.

I'd show him how I feel, without saying a word. I saw the tears on his face once and I realised that he truly loves me. But now, he's not himself. Its hurts to know that the person who used to be precious in our lives is backstabbing us from behind. Even after everything, I realised I still care about him. I know he doesn't, its obvious.

If he screams at me, I'll be smiling. As I could listen to his voice. When he slams the door, it couldn't make a sound.

I guess, 'Love shows a twisted story, a broken mirror, a broken heart'

Written with ♥,

Stella.