in-my-shoes

[in-my-shoes]

I became the silence I once resented..

[in-my-shoes]

I’m starting to resemble who I used to be, on the outside, and somewhere deep inside too. Maybe that’s healing..

[in-my-shoes]

I’ll always remember the night I lost what was never mine. You.

[in-my-shoes]

You were rain in the middle of a scorching summer, but I never left the shade..

[in-my-shoes]

I like you for everything you are, I hate you for not being my everything!

[in-my-shoes]

I've never waited for somebody like I'm doing for you, and I don't think I'll ever know how to stop missing you..

[in-my-shoes]

Looking back in time, I remember most of the meet-cutes in my life—the very first moments, how it felt to make that first contact, to love them with the utmost passion, as if they were my most precious porcelain.

[in-my-shoes]

My muse!

Whenever I come across something quoting love I think of you. Whenever I listen to a song about love I make sure it's a happy one and I think of you again. Whenever I leave you stand by, I panic for making you wait. Whenever I go through a poem, I always wonder if I can ask you, Will you be my muse?

[in-my-shoes]

You've finally become my muse, but why do I feel like you're no longer mine?

[in-my-shoes]

Warmth!

How could you not put out the fire when you knew it was burning me?

[in-my-shoes]

The Pain of Parting

I'm not good at endings - goodbyes, finish lines, or good nights. I always want more - more conversations, more adventures, more time. Even when a movie or show wraps up, I feel a pang, especially if it was good. Why do all good things have to end?

[in-my-shoes]

A Beautiful Nothing

I promised to carve a beautiful sculpture out of that stone heart of yours, but why do I always end up hurting myself in the process?