We hold on to things we love the most but is it just onto the things that we've been holding on or is it the memory? The unused pen, the diary with flowers in between pages, the chocolate wrapper, that favourite mug, the worn out hoodie. Do they really mean anything without the memory associated to it?
We hold on tighter when it comes to someone we love or of their memory. We love them unconditionally, we over give, we over share, we over love just so to have the idea of them with us forever, just so to have them for a moment so that it can be remembered, cherished forever.
We go out of our ways to get to be seen, to be heard, to be loved. We hold onto them because of the idea that maybe one day all the love that we have given makes them love us back, just so maybe it makes them fall in love with us too.
We keep holding on with teary eyes, bleeding heart and with shards embedded in our hands that have gone sore, so sore that as somebody reaches out to love us, to take us out of our misery, to heal us it only burns. Oh the torment is real.
But now that we've stayed so long we wish, we hope to get one moment, one glance of that love and we feel its not long that now they'll reach out.
Then one day you think you've left them behind but you held into them so strong deep inside that you kept searching for them in every next person you met and it was all meant to be doomed anyway.
You keep holding on like there's a tomorrow that's been promised, like if you'll keep walking there's a blind turn where he's waiting with arms wide open, like this will turn out to be a fairytale and everything will be worth it in the end.
Tipping toes , My nose keeps on smelling gasoline and his hoes , I didn't know then He kept sneaking his fingers around me , little did I know I was actually playing with fire , A fire which was actually an heir to me . It was a psychopathic attraction , He was attracted to my half swollen lips While I was attracted to the revenge that kept burning inside of me , Lighted by none other than that man , The man who provoked me . Tiping toes , They keep following me , Here and there , Wherever I go , Even in the bathroom , While taking showers , Or sleeping in the bathtubs , Groping my chest , Planting posion in my neck , Full of ecstasy , Oh full of rotten sheets . I wanna see him on his knees , While he wanna keep whirling around my broken furs , Cause he has power And I havw nothing but the blood inside of me . Though he likes testing my abilities For he knows to kill myself, isnt easy . His hand feeling my collarbone, Makes him turned on , Oh , he is such an animal ! An animal set too free. Do you know , How does it feel like To be trapped on the same bed , Everyday , Every minute , Being pushed down to your limits How to escape, please tell me , Tell me , Tipping toes , Why they keep following me ? ~PLUTO . . #rape#assault#lost#crying#tears#murder#falling#pod#tearyeyes#againstrape#fuckrapists#assault#psycholove#messedup#dead#lifeless#souless@mirakee@mirakeeworld@writersnetwork
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*Read Caption* A very close and personal affair in my life has let me realize lot of things and lately I am on to the right mountain of happiness and climbing it slowly on the pleasure mountain.
A very diagonal thought has occurred in my mind, i had live half of my life in a Phase called Denial and that's the most adventurous and depressing chapter of anybody's life.
Denial is like a drug which slowly poison you from inside and give you a high of ego and self destruction that your foot remains on the peddle of acceleration where you run blindly and if any one come in between either you will crash or you burn people down.
It took a long to accept lot of truth about life, it was really hard in start but I came a long way while accepting the truth, their is lot left in me that disappoints me in long nights but their is a clock on wall reminds me that time hasn't stop for a second and knowing that makes me happy, yes i left thousands of emotions in past and no regret now for leaving people and emotions.
Never remain in denial, accept the facts that clock is never going to wait, accept and run for things that will going to make you happier.
Yes everytime you saw the mirror or take a cold shower you will cry for things you left behind but that's denial. Because remember if things has to go that way then you must not be reckless Egoistic self destructive person.
Don't let your past destroy you. Wherever and in whatever condition you are acceptence will bring love and warmth with it lately.