painting: from ‘we heart it’ link
Every once in a while she stands up to him, since he began bursting her bubble, with a very sharp pin.
She feels as if he does not care, if she is gone or if she is there.
All she wants is very small, and she wants him to have, a wake up call.
It’s true she likes, time alone, but he likes to spend his, on his smart phone.
They do not talk anymore, long since closed has been that door.
He lives in his bubble she cannot burst, for conversations, and acknowledgement she has such thirst.
Obviously it was not always like this, she still remembers their very first kiss.
She remembers how he hung on her every word, how he loved the way she was so obsurd.
All that he loved, he seems now to hate, she wonders sometimes if it is too late.
He’s full of ego and anger too, she does not know just what to do.
Mostly an optimist it’s hard to give up, she’s mostly maintained a half full cup.
“Actions speak louder than words ” she’ll say, “you do not have to treat me this way”.
A little acknowledgement and help, however small, pride comes before a fall.
Why do men repress, these women so much, behind a woman’s fačade they are easy to touch.
Be gentle, understanding, loving and kind, and you will be surprised, what you will find.
Even the fiercest, strongest women of all, are still able to love, and melt and fall.
It is ironic but oh so true, love is so powerful but it makes you weak too.
If it wasn’t for love she’d tell him straight, no fear, no regrets just straight out that gate.
So here I have a message, for him to hear, she really loves you dearly, but she says she lives in fear.
Open your eyes and open your heart, before it’s too late, to make a fresh start.
This posts quote:
Once upon a time a wise woman once said
“FUCK THIS SHIT”
and she lived happily ever after.
Caviat: if only it were that easy😖