Monday, February 8, 2010

My heart's shoutout.

I know my heart's been screaming about this all the time.



It's just that I can contain it most of the time...







Not this time.





No matter how patient my heart is, it needs a relief once in a while.
So I'm gonna tell you what it always shouts amidst the darkness of my emotion.




Here I go.




"
MY, MY, AREN'T YOU HAPPY MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A SLAVE?


HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I'VE BEEN CHAINED BY YOU?
HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU ASKED ME TO WAIT?


HOW FUCKING LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE THE LAST TIME YOU STOP TORTURING ME? WAIT, HAVE YOU EVER NOT TORTURED ME?


YOU WANT ME, HIS HEART, TO BE ONLY FOR YOU, ONLY THINKING OF YOU, ONLY BELONG TO YOU. NONE OTHER SHALL HAVE THE RIGHT TO CLAIM FOR IT.


You? HAHAHA.


YOU ONLY KNOW HOW TO GIVE SOME FRACTION OF YOUR FEELINGS TO THIS HEART THAT NEEDS TO SERVE YOU.
YOU ONLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME A SLAVE OF YOU.
THIS HEART CAN GO NOWHERE, SO YOU USE THIS CHANCE TO TRAP ME HERE, WHILE I'M BEING TWO-TIMED.


I'M GONNA DIE SOON YOU HEARD ME?!


HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA MAKE ME WAIT?


HOW MUCH MORE PAIN YOU WANNA INFLICT UNTIL YOU GET SATISFIED?


HOW MANY MORE SCARS ARE YOU GONNA MAKE UNTIL YOU'RE HAPPY?!


WHEN ARE YOU GONNA HEAL ME?


YOU ALWAYS MAKE IT SEEM THAT I'M THE ONE AND HE'S NOT.
YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE YOU ARE NOT MEANT TO BE.
Yet in the public eyes, IN MY FUCKING EYES, YOU ARE THE MOST COMPATIBLE COUPLE IN THIS WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD.



DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A SHIT.


WHO'S LYING NOW HUH.
YOU? HIM? THE REST OF THIS FUCKING WORLD?



EITHER ONE OF YOU IS LYING. I CAN SEE IT SO FREAKING CLEAR.



DAMN CALL ME A FUCKING IMMATURE CHILDISH HEART IF YOU FUCKING FEEL YOU NEED TO.



CAN YOU JUST CHOOSE ONE?! STOP MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A FUCKING PRISONER WILL YOU?
I'M DAMN STUCK BETWEEN TWO SIDES.




DAMN!

"

Okay, end of shoutout :)
My heart is satisfied for now.
It'll let itself to get controlled by my mind.



And I believe he won't get so fucked up for a while now. Haha.

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