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I am fucking done, you hear me?
I am not going go around and try harder with you fools. For centuries I have been here and never have I seen so much stupidity when it comes to love in this generation.
I am doing my duty alright. I have my arrows ready and I shoot exactly where it should, in the centre of your heart and yet my magic doesn't work.
You're stubborn, I will give that to you. You and your random hookups and your ONS's and Tinder and blind dates, do you even know what true love is?
Have you felt it?
Have you tasted it?
Have you smelt it?
No. You cannot.
You claim to talk about love. Your poetry is about love. You say, "I'm in love." But guess what? You aren't.
You're in love when you know the exact moment she is going to sneeze.
You're in love when you laugh when he farts at night.
You're in love when you want to meet her stupid dog, and you hate dogs.
You are in love when you decide to eat from that stupid place, just because you know she saves money.
You're in love when you smile when you see two men kissing in the park, and accepting it.
But right now, you are not in love. You're in pseudo-love.
I'm tired of working day and night, flying around, practicing my archery and finding soulmates because you just fuck it up. You meet the wrong people and love the wrong people and cheat the wrong people and then cry and cry and I have to hear it.
I can't help you anymore, humanity.
So I am letting you tumble around love, get hurt, let you cheat, get mad, maybe even die.
But then you will find true love, without my arrows.
So boss, I retire. Humanity is tiring.
dear girl who is in love,
you are not going to talk to him. i know it is hard, it physically hurts you now, near your chest. you see his statuses and you know they are directed at you. you saw him in that photo but the smile was not the same. you visited that restaurant yesterday where you made him try mediterranean food for the first time, yet you could not make yourself sit in the far corner of that place anymore.you pull out the necklace he gave you and throw it into the black corners of your cupboard. the beautiful, yet tragic memories are recalled and they are starting to hurt more, rather than make you feel happier.
you are not going to ever, ever, ever contact him again. you really want to know why?
Here is what happened.
the man you love is there.
well, being so stupid you broke your rule of 'complete non contact'. you said to yourself it was because he had his paper today, and needed to tell someone how it went. inside, you knew you wanted to hear his heavy, lovely voice calling you by your name. but all that conversation gave you was sadness and pain and hurt and regret and grief and missing.
the man you loved is somewhere there, but may never come back.
he talked and was a bit rude, and refused to tell you how his paper went. he is angry at you for leaving him but hey, this was a mutual separation right? or was it? was mutual just a word we created to make this easier? you feel something welling inside you as the conversation continues.
the man you love returns.
you talk a bit more and he starts crying, he begs you to forgive him, he doesn't like being this person but somehow he is. you could never really see him crying. it was worse that you could not wipe his tears. yet, you remain strong and do not forgive him.
the man you loved is full of hate.
he gets angry. really angry. he screams at you and emotionally blackmails you. but then, you again see the man you loved.
he tells you he loves you a lot, he missed you, he wants you back, this is killing him, he is breaking apart and nothing is going right in his life ever since you left.
you feel pathetic, pathetic for you, pathetic for him. pathetic for us.
the man you love gives you hope,
he tells you he has a job interview in the next 5 days and will i call him? you do not know. he bangs the phone and calls you a bitch. this was not the b-word you hoped he would say.
Darling, till when will you keep wondering whether that man is there anymore? staying in contact is breaking both of you. you are calling just for the "how are you's? and half an hour later they become "i love you's" and end in regrets. this is exactly what you do not need.this is exactly why you are not together anymore.
you cannot afford to wind up in the same place again of crying and missing and remembering and reminiscing. and both of you will never move on this way. do you understand?
forgive, do not forget.he hurt you in the past months. he threatened to hit you, threatened to break down your house, threatened to hook up with another girl, he called you words which sounded so shrill in your ears, and he made you the victim by playing his blame game. he is not the same man you loved anymore. he has changed and you need to move on now.
unless you want to self destruct and fall into a pit so hard even the longest rope won't be able to get you out, forget the man you loved.
because baby girl, the man you loved is no more there.
the girl who moved on.
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