It’s deceiving. Oxymoronic in the most ironic way. So much self-love and insecurities at play. “I can’t tell her I love her in case she turns me away, But she must love this flawless perfection anyway.” So which is it? Where do I fit, In this tug of war between your feelings and fears? All… Continue reading Why I Hate Ego
I write to tell you this ins’t love.
I’m not falling, just lonely,
Playing selfish with your heart.
I’ll use your warm smile for a sip of my comfort,
Your flattery and checkmates, a dominating art.
Fill me up. Fill it up.
This lonely heart.