Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like : "maybe we should be just be friends" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-a
Love is pain. It brings you such pain. People say :"love dont need to have each other". They are big fat liars. A day you see him/her in the crowd, and smiles at you. Another day you saw him/her with his/her lover. It brakes you apart, knowing a piece of you was taken and you're not again perfect. You're just a statue seeing them talking, kissing, and having their own world. Love is pain.
Each day you've been killing your-self seeing it. And on night, when you were out to sleep, you imagine things that can't really be reality. You were walking with him/her, kissing him/her, and have your piece back just for a night in your dreams. You became his/her precious. At the morning, your alarm wakes you up and you start the same killing game. You cant deny it, your living in mirrors.
Yet it gives you a lesson. No. Not just a lesson, but more like a memory. Each memory can be intrepretated differently. It works like a medicine. If you intrepetated it right, it will heal your heart. Yet, if wrong you'll became such an asshole that takes revenge and victim on love. These scums deals the game of love with poison and destructs the main point of love. It brings cheatings, usage, and every fucking moment that happens to be faked. She/He told you that : "we'll last forever" while you were sitting alongside at the beach. What a lie.
Each day you've been killing your-self seeing it. And on night, when you were out to sleep, you imagine things that can't really be reality. You were walking with him/her, kissing him/her, and have your piece back just for a night in your dreams. You became his/her precious. At the morning, your alarm wakes you up and you start the same killing game. You cant deny it, your living in mirrors.
Yet it gives you a lesson. No. Not just a lesson, but more like a memory. Each memory can be intrepretated differently. It works like a medicine. If you intrepetated it right, it will heal your heart. Yet, if wrong you'll became such an asshole that takes revenge and victim on love. These scums deals the game of love with poison and destructs the main point of love. It brings cheatings, usage, and every fucking moment that happens to be faked. She/He told you that : "we'll last forever" while you were sitting alongside at the beach. What a lie.
What makes you glad is love can degen through time. Time brings you perfect again. It grows another lost-piece of you and makes you better through time. Yet, the piece that was taken could never be taken back. It was always her's/his. Once and for all. It leaves a scar on you. These scar's that takes you forward to the next love. A step closer to the edge when finally you got something or nothing.
This is the most things that makes a gentlemen. He protect her lady like her daughter, love her like her wife, and respects her like her mother. A gentlemen is a dangerous creature. These men can turn the world just for a girl. But also become a fool because the girl. These men are unpredictacle. They move like a puppet of her. Not really moved, but the girl dominates this gentle's. They conquer them like slaves. Buying their stuffs, paying the bills, anything. And it grows to cheat each other and all these things corrupt the love. So love is not there. It was never theirs.
So can I say these gentle's are fools ? Yes, I was one of them. The game should've been a fair game. When you got nothing and what's left is your mate. You keep on struggling to survive. Yet, the world hates you, nothing's gonna stop you. When you believe with them. No, its when you totally trust your life in their backs and hand by hand makes your way. Then your in a war. A war with pain and courage. This is love.
So, its not when you see him/her everyday pass through you. It's not when you cheat him/her or make them pay your stuff. Its not a usage game. It's not a revenge. It's not a dream either. It is painfull and leaves scar's. It's never gonna be as what you predict. It's more than a kiss or sex. It's when you hug him/her and they hug you tighter. It brings you piece, and makes you comfortable when they smile.
Yesterday, it was rainy and I decide to make a new step. Today the birds are singing sweet by the leaves are falling. Tonight's the moon shine's bright with your smile in my mind. And I hope tommorow it will be a sunny day when it's not you, not me, but us.
4 November 2012
@Albert_Karwur
@Albert_Karwur
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