My heart breaks a little... when I see you with her. I am on my bed wearing my earphones all day so I am the only one who can hear my heart breaking.
It silently whimpers while Malibu Nights is playing on repeat. It hurts that the man I longed will never ever be mine. Let alone know that I exists. I am just one of your millions of followers. Like a fish in a vast lake full of fishes.
How do you stop a heart that cries? Do you stop liking the reason? Or do you stop your heartbeat to fix the leakage of hot tears?
My heart breaks a little when you smile... knowing that she's the reason. I cannot pray for somebody's heartache. I pray my heart breaks in one blow, so the impact of pain will strike only once than a slow tearing of my heart and shattered me into pieces of the unknown.
Breathe, self, breathe.
It will only hurt today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. You will wake up soon to a bright new morning.
Mia Bella, NN
07•12▪20
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Nocturnal Nights
PoetryNight time will always be your secret diary. (A collection of my poems, short stories and thoughts that comes from my restless mind when night time hits.)
