I Used to be Love Drunk

Nahh.. I'm not gonna bragging about love drunk or such.

That's the song I'm listening while studying now. LOL. I'm such a multitasker.

Ever heard a quotation about love that inspired you so much you can be a poet over night?

I think it's true. I've been there. Trust me, I know.

When the love I felt was so, so, so overwhelming almost physically.

Yes, I think love's one hell of emotion that can make human do brave, crazy, stupid stuff.

Love is good. Indeed. But love also destructive.

(See Helen of Troy. Stupid Paris, what was he thinking?? Lust maybe. Not love. Whatever. I wasn't there)

Anyhow, after some deep thinking, I can also add one more strong emotion that motivate human to do braver, crazier, stupid-er stuff than love do.

It is hurt, i think. A bruise on your heart. That can be healed over time, or not.

At least, that was the thing that inspired me more than falling head over heels in love.

See the evidence below.

so what.

if u can put your finger exactly where it aches and hurts so bad?

You cannot fix me anyway.

so what.

if your song sings to me?

It’s still not mine anyway.

so what.

if every now and then i’m wasting my time thinking bout you?

You could've care less anyway.

so what.

If i wish this could be our world?

Coz I am who i am. But you..

now you're a stranger to me.

and this

Once I was here all by myself
barely nothing to hold onto,
but memories of smiles and silliness
that turned out to be nightmares every time I fell asleep

Once I was standing here alone
staring vaguely into the darkness I called future
to the eternity that turned out to be an obscurity
thinking, when will those shadows gone
or is there any tears left to fall upon those pillows.

Once I was afraid to wake up in the morning
Coz I couldn’t get the point in doing things I gotta do every day.
Why should I open my eyes?
When I could never see his face every day.
Why should I catch a breath?
When he is no longer the air I breathe.
Why should I feel the sunshine upon my skin?
When I cannot feel his presence around me anymore.
Why should I listening to the- so-called-music?
When all I want to listen to is your voice call my name.
Why should I smile?
When all I want to do is break down and cry.
Why should I keep my heart beating?
When you’ve taken every part of it and scattered it to the ground.

Tell me, why should I?
And I’ll give my heart to you.

Wow. Back then, I used to be love drunk. Now I am hangover. LOL