I hate people with love in their life.
They think of others without it in such an insulting way.
“Just wait, it happen for you too!”
They don’t understand.
Being a miscreant,
A familiar of rejections,
Constantly kept at arms length,
Like wanting love was some disease.
I’m supposed to let it pass,
It rots me to my core.
The worms inside me squirm,
So angered with emerald jealousy
At those who have such comfort.
To sit stop a throne,
Looking down at the violent Earth.
Love gives such power,
Such ludicrous potential.
It’s like being another being
In a world of fickle humans.
Just give me a dose.
So that I may fight the worms,
And not become a corpse.
They never understand what loneliness does.
The weight on my shoulders did not break me, but made me harder instead. I’ll push on forward in my day until the day I’m dead. Bless the friends who met their ends, never sending a letter at all. Lost them to time, I do suppose, but now it’s my turn to move on.
So speak not to me, speak not to them, I’m holding no one dear. Instead of this, I’m moving forward and no longer will be near. A thousand miles away, I’m afraid, among the distant stars. And then I’ll brighten up once more, and melt them all in fire.
the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong, you just stop talking. they stop messaging you to see how youre doing and you get sick of being the first one to initiate conversation so you just let the friendship go and wonder how that person is doing and never hear from them again
We give off hate when we want to be hated.
We give off love when we want to be loved.
We give out help when we want to be helped.
God knows that’s the root of misunderstanding.
One of these days I’m going to make a chart mapping out the effectiveness of contraceptives instead of opening eighty tabs on google with the word “Vaginal” in it.