Even after knowing all you accepted me as your destiny.
I needed you to shoulder me when I cry,
I needed you to bolster as a trophy in front of public eyes.
You were the object of my lust...
Because I would have never done what I did with you to the person I love.
I still remember the times when you just wanted to hold my hand,
When you needed someone to comfort...
How I counted your emotional fall-outs as my opportunities to bed you outright.
Even today when I talk about you, I say you were a mistake I made.
The irony is that even now you won't accept
That it was not love.... no love ever that I had.
You were just an object to me, my possession for a while.
I have no repentance baby....
You keep coming to me, I'll keep using you.
That it was not love.... no love ever that I had.
ReplyDeleteYou were just an object to me, my possession for a while.
I have no repentance baby....
You keep coming to me, I'll keep using you.
EXCELLENT! MARVELOUS! WONDERFUL!
That was something that I wasn't expecting to read here!!
ReplyDeleteNevertheless,absolutely right choice of words and a very different concept you have chosen to write on...Brilliant!
It is not sad or unusual when Children are afraid of the dark. But it is really sad when you find that MEN ARE AFRAID OF LIGHT. well written...
ReplyDeleteHope 'they' could ever understand Love.
But only few in this world are blessed enough to.
But We shall keep trying...
No the real irony is, you think I am blind but I see and I love you anyhow. I follow my own heart not yours, what you don't feel is no concern of mine.
ReplyDeleteIf someone loves you, she will keep on coming to you. What you do with that love is your opportunity, to turn it into blessings or curse.
ReplyDeleteGod bless you.
Aw. :/
ReplyDeleteLove is pure, but that doesn't mean it's always hearts and roses. Real Love can not exclude the full range of human possibilities.
ReplyDeletebrutally honest
ReplyDeleteits a true confeesionnn!!
ReplyDeletelust is just a physical attraction...and then a 'want'...a 'need'...love is an effortful thing...it involves personal sacrifice...it grows slowly over time...it's the will to see other person happy...it's not about 'me' but about 'you'
ReplyDeleteRuthlessly Honest and Very Disturbing
ReplyDelete..........................
Reminds me of the song,
ReplyDeleteIris... when everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
Interesting read,
Blasphemous Aesthete
This blogpost has inspired me to write a poem!!
ReplyDeletevery well written...disturbing indeed..
ReplyDeleteKeep it up.
from your writings
ReplyDeletea flower grew in my brain
i have been cruel but
practical always
-luster