ocean deep

how shall my heart speak what it ought to say.it again aches. and i dont know how to mend it again. i want to do something but im afraid to start it. im afraid to let it happen.

and the other person, the reason of which my heart again aches, doesnt seem to want to make any move. and i cant help feeling hurt about it.

and always it ends this way. hurts. cuts me. and would only leave me feeling sorry for not being brave enough to let myself be vulnerable even once.

im sorry for having bruised you. and for my forlorn self who cant get past her fears and inhibitions.

think i just have to bury all this emotions in the vacuum of my broken heart.