What I Believe.

I've lost the believe,
In me magically making you happy with a smile,
or perhaps my anxious voice on the other line,
just for the sake of trying to provide happiness,
Not for you but myself,
By listening to your voice.

I've lost hope in two words I always hope for,
Always and Forever,
Those two words that I know has very little chance to live,
It'll probably die in a year or two,
or probably it was the fact that you've proved them wrong before,
You, let it die.

I reckon that relationships,
Strong or weak,
Will always fall apart,
One way or the gazillion others,
and it takes only a master of endurance to built,
To last.

Lust is always the best alternative,
The best communication,
Because words hurt more,
They linger longer in our minds,
Our hearts,
It eats up inside till there's nothing more to be eaten,
We turn heartless.

I've lost the touch to compliment your efforts,
Your time and your sweet charming spells,
Your gift in making me melt is still at an ace,
But why does it just feels wrong,
That you shouldn't deserve any of my heart melt,
Atleast not back at your heart,
Your efforts are failures to me,
Pretty hard to win my heart,
Since it lost you once.

My heart is just not fully-fixed.
Period.

I've become the gasoline in the open-fire,
On being jealous,
On becoming sensitive towards you,
Your actions, your words, your every move,
It hurts when you fail,
I want you to win my heart,
Ever so strong and hard,
Like no man could,
Because I believe in you.

I am longed attention deprived,
That it has killed my passion,
and sense of warmth,
towards another.

I left my sweet and kindness,
To the things that are permanent to me,
Myself.

What I believe in you,
are only indescribable movie shots,
That either pass by in deep hopeful dreams,
or my idea of a heaven,
When I'm in Love.