me : i'm tired, hence i'm doing nothing
him : you're tired thinking of me
me : why should i think of you?
him : because i gave you what you always needed
me : but who are you?
him : i'm just a guy you've met, you just know, but on short notice, i gave you all the
things you've missed
me : again....who the hell are you?
him : i am yours
me : what the f#*k ?!
another me : that's him! the one i've been looking for!
me : who?

answer : i am just a dream.... there will be no one that suited you.... you asked too much!

sometimes you are nothing to yourself
when you're hurt because of what you did
the knife you're pushing are stroking to your own chest

sometimes, love can be very hurting
the pain flows from your heart to your body
the burden push you heavily
it's trully hurting
your mind and your body

sometimes you are trully nothing but loser to yourself
cause all the pain that you felt is the one that you, yourself, has made

i am afraid

i am in love
with passions
with kisses and hugs
with touches and skins
with whispers
i am deeply in love
can't eat
can't sleep
can't think of anything else
i am so much in love
with hurts and tears
with pains
with fears
i think i'm in love
i am afraid