the moment you let the balloon go

My heart yearns for nothing but peace. It has an empty part but doesn't want to be filled yet.
The time has come. The time wherein I would stop waiting. I stop anticipating. I stop wanting someone to love me.
I am contented with what I have now. Myself.
I don't long for anyone right now.
I got tired I guess. I got tired. So much.

The self pity and the strength within

One single moment could break the strongest bond you've tied around yourself.

How can something you thought could never put you down anymore still has effect on what you feel about yourself?

You do not think of getting back what it used to be. But you begin to think of what is missing in you that someone look for in another person?

Sometimes you feel that you are worthless. That you don't deserve to be loved. That there is no one out there that is meant for you. That there is no one for you. That there is no one meant to love you.

You want to feel loved. You want to feel to be someone else's number one priority. You want to feel like you are the center of someone's universe.

But all that is being thrown at you are scraps of the universe. You're planet has been screwed, scratched. Hardened surface. Though all you want is to be polished as ever. So that one day, another planet will come along and will make you the sun he would gladly revolve.