Lovers look pained to everyone
but each other; how big an
effort it is to keep up a
pretention of "moved on"
So i figured it's better if I'd just
be me.
There are arts more amazing
than the one of deceit
One that i really love is that of
truth
So know me, I'm all stingy, angry,
sad and confused..All madness
and sweat. All sleepless nights
and heartaches. Books that
preach self love. Memoirs.
Thoughts. Scribbles. Notepads.
Bad poetries.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
Thoughts. Scribbles. Notepads.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
.
I've got a nice jargon.
On depressive disorders.
Mental therapy.
Love.
Loss.
Hate.
Gratitude.
Heart.
And all matters relating to it.
Thoughts. Scribbles. Notepads.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
.
Mad women are not understood
Neither by themselves nor the
world
And it's only beautiful,
Bliss is not the consequence of
every discovery
Long ago,
No guy in space watched a
green and blue big ball of wonder
because there never was a guy
good enough to fly up so high
But apparently, some guy did
figure it out
Now
Many guys in space watch a
green and blue big ball of
wonder; this time dotted with
grey grungy machines grazing
round it in thousands
And it's not beautiful anymore
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
.
They say it's a game of power
You give him that by showing
that you still feel bad
And what must he feel when
he gets to know so?
Happy? Satisfied? Like a big
ego protein shake loaded
with calories
"Ah! I was so good she still
is fawning after me"
Woman, if you expect that of
him, pray never tell again
you loved him. So you hoped
and looked for the best in
him and now very easily
expect him to react like a
wretch? Love? No!
And if he does get happy,
good too.
You love seeing him happy
right?
.
Better be honest and get laughed
at.
We don't play "hotter and
happier" after heartbreaks.
Cliched teenage shit.
We play "learning, hurting and
healing" and pretty much
own every part of it.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
.
This is how we take power
away.
Not from him.
He never had or will have any.
We take power from the pain.
By honoring it.
.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
Hello.
And thank you.
but each other; how big an
effort it is to keep up a
pretention of "moved on"
So i figured it's better if I'd just
be me.
There are arts more amazing
than the one of deceit
One that i really love is that of
truth
So know me, I'm all stingy, angry,
sad and confused..All madness
and sweat. All sleepless nights
and heartaches. Books that
preach self love. Memoirs.
Thoughts. Scribbles. Notepads.
Bad poetries.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
Thoughts. Scribbles. Notepads.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
.
I've got a nice jargon.
On depressive disorders.
Mental therapy.
Love.
Loss.
Hate.
Gratitude.
Heart.
And all matters relating to it.
Thoughts. Scribbles. Notepads.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
.
Mad women are not understood
Neither by themselves nor the
world
And it's only beautiful,
Bliss is not the consequence of
every discovery
Long ago,
No guy in space watched a
green and blue big ball of wonder
because there never was a guy
good enough to fly up so high
But apparently, some guy did
figure it out
Now
Many guys in space watch a
green and blue big ball of
wonder; this time dotted with
grey grungy machines grazing
round it in thousands
And it's not beautiful anymore
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
.
They say it's a game of power
You give him that by showing
that you still feel bad
And what must he feel when
he gets to know so?
Happy? Satisfied? Like a big
ego protein shake loaded
with calories
"Ah! I was so good she still
is fawning after me"
Woman, if you expect that of
him, pray never tell again
you loved him. So you hoped
and looked for the best in
him and now very easily
expect him to react like a
wretch? Love? No!
And if he does get happy,
good too.
You love seeing him happy
right?
.
Better be honest and get laughed
at.
We don't play "hotter and
happier" after heartbreaks.
Cliched teenage shit.
We play "learning, hurting and
healing" and pretty much
own every part of it.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
.
This is how we take power
away.
Not from him.
He never had or will have any.
We take power from the pain.
By honoring it.
.
Anger. Sadness. Pain.
Hello.
And thank you.
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