Heartbreak isn’t poetry. There’s nothing about it that’s remotely poetry. Its not hearing sad songs and missing someone. No. Not at all. Heartbreak is going fine for days and then breaking down in middle of nowhere. It’s when you see that person in everyone you see, everywhere you go. Their memories follow you like a ghost and no matter what you do they always get you. It’s waking up in the middle of the night and crying your hearts out, crying till there are no tears left in your eyes. Screaming at the top of your lungs till there’s no voice to hear just the wind gushing out of your lungs. Heartbreak, my friend is not poetry. It’s when your world falls to cripples in front of your eyes and all that you can do is watch, watch and hope that it won’t happen, hope that the pain would somehow end, that this void that you feel within ...
You might think of Introverts as shy and boring, but we see the world in a different way, a rather unique way. We have a universe of our own in our minds. We notice the little things that most people miss, we don't just observe people we study them. This is the world Through the eye of an Introvert.