I am...I am...

I'm A Thief.
You see I'm a thief, who snatch things with consent,who break into someone's heart and take only what's given.I try not to give,Cause I know someday I will leave.I try not to take, and act all fake.If you stay, I hope it wont be with dismay,If you decides to leave someday, I will not stop and say "Don't go away".Even when you look into my eyes and say you love me,I know in the end, like others we will never be.Though I will embrace the love that you've given me,and not pawn it for anything earth can give me,I'll say I love you when I mean it,I'll be there for you in whatever you need.I'm apologizing first and I'll apologize later,So you'd be ready and won't get more sadder,Let's take things slowly,Cause honey, I'm not leaving that early.-Shaiy-

You want my future, you can't have it.

Shape shifting occurs under a curse or a spell. Heart shifting occurs under the influence of people.

The reason why I left, I'm sure is known public. I know dissapointment happens. It happens to everyone of us. I still remember when we were in the noughties, it was almost a difficult part of life i've to endure. The heartaches, the dissapointments, the piety moments, the darkness, the drunkness, the sleepless nights, the drugs, the fags, the impulses, the crying, now the crying, it was a torture. The sickness, the pity, the sadness, the frustrations, the revenge, the shield, the fuck-ed up moments, the I need to be strong moments, the I so hate guys right now moments, the friday moments, the saturday nights, the anger, now the anger was overwhelming. The didn't give a damn moments, the down moments. Then Happiness came, Then happiness went. Then happiness comes again, but to no where. How can I live with that? If I were to continue, all of the above mention will occur again.

I need a change, I don't need all this.

I need to live up to my quote of " Yesterday I was weaker than today and tomorrrow I shall be stronger than ever.."

I need this, You know I need this. Badly.

Window Pane.

I can't tell you what it really is. I can only tell you what it feels like and right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe.I can't breathe but I still fight .While I can fight as long as the wrong feels right. High of a love, drunk from the hate.It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more that I suffer, I suffocate. You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe?

You cry so hard knowing how love hurts when it was so deep. You never felt that way when they came back crawling telling you things of the past. You've moved on knowing you'll never get hurt again only to find hurt from the same wound. It's like living a nightmare. You should never return to me telling me things I already know. I don't need to hear anything from you. You don't own me.
Yesterday I was weaker than today and tomorrrow I shall be stronger than ever.