The heart goes cold. The heart grows old. The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous. The heart loses it all in the end.
The mothers
only pray
to get
Lawyers
Doctors
Presidents
and
Engineers
then
the world
stares on,
finding it hard
to give us all our daily havocs,
for the rest
of our lives.
Some are whores
and
gigolos
so you
marry them at
your own
risk
that when you
find them
extramarital
you know that
this was it,
the destiny thing.
the decision is always ours
The Woman You Wanted Me to Be.
When I think back now,
I see how you abused me,
without pulling my hair,
without slamming my head against walls,
without forcing yourself on me.
But you broke me all the same.
You compared me to other women,
made me wear your favorite color
red when I hated it most
and
ordered me to paint my lips
for every walk i had
beside you.
Now that I remember,
I never lived freely with you.
It was exhausting,
it was toxic Fred.
And the prominent
question man
is not in who
loves us,
but
in who returns
the love
when we offer
it first.
THEY SAY THAT the weak have no right to say no but, who affirms that there yes is not a NO ?
Be sincere, man. Where is it unreachable? Where?
If you love that destination, no place is unreachable. Because love— love is the fuel that takes us to distant lands we dream of, but have no map for.
Love, only love, man. Nothing else. Nothing much.
All the romance. All the dreams. All the love. we thought to give but never did, at some point fades away and we are left to settle with anything that works. In the end its only what we never wanted to become, to have, to reflect that we cheer with.
You are a blossoming soul
Love can be mastered. Days as they surpass each other love can grow where it never was. Though, the art of loving yourself is surely a hard seed to plant, grow or finally harvest.