Monday, September 1, 2008


There's a girl in my mirror crying tonight...


...and there's nothing I can say to make her feel alright.

What is gratifying in detailing a cataclysm such as one’s own heartbreak?

For some, it’s a proforma that inaugurates emancipation…as love unreturned is like a reservation that hovers like an ill-fated anonymity. It is a great exertion to move off from all the hurt that crying cannot dole out.

It's always invariable in every relationship that there is one person left weeping and yearning to resolve what has been broken, while the other doesn't even hark back to the things they've been through.

I hate that I have to be the one who calls to mind every detail of what has transpired… while he can't seem to remember me at all.

No one dies of a broken heart...


But there are times we wish that we did.