For love is; DEDICATION, expectation, DEVOTION and exaltation.

Mine to give and mine to take. Sickening but passionate.

Impulsive and irrational.

Sentimental jealousy.



The cold eyes, prey on you when you’re at the bottom of the pit. You either beg for mercy and die like a bitch or you stand up and climb the pit, even it means crushing people’s expectations.


I’ve been drowning into the bottomless and hollow pit of your absence. My struggles makes me sink ever so deeper. As I try to hold onto someone, the weight of my guilt drags me even further, to the place where your warmth planted a magnificent lotus which now lives in isolation; slowly freezing to death.