The Fake Love

Created: Jan 2, 2020, Last modified: May 23, 2020, 17:53

context: A Conversation I had with a  friend after he found a girl he liked was using him. Been 4 years since then crazy.

quotations are my friend. You know who the other is.

The Fake Love

Created: Jan 2, 2020
Last Modified: May 23, 2020, 17:53

“I thought you cherished me.”

No, it was just fun for her.

“At the point when we remained there, closer than all?”

Well, the harvested moon Was sparkling and
eccentric in your hair, and it turned her head.

“That made her…”

Yes. Simply the moon and the light it made Under the tree.

“Well, her mouth, as well.”

Indeed, her mouth? What’s more, the calm there sang like the drum in the stall.

“she shouldn’t have moved that way.”

Like what?

“So close, “With her head turned up, and the blossom in her hair, a rose that smelt all warm. I adored her. I thought she knew. I wouldn’t have moved like that with any however but she I don’t know.”

I doubt she had the foggiest idea. I thought you realized she was just using you for enjoyment.

“I thought it was the love she signified.”

Well, it’s finished.

“Does it really have to be finished?”

I’ve seen young men stone a blackbird and watched them suffocate
A little cat … it ripped at the reeds, and they drove it down
Into the pool while it shouted.

“The fuck does that mean, Is that fun, as well?”

All things considered, young men resemble that … Your brothers…

“You’re not making sense.”

Be that as it may, she is so beautiful and solid! Calm down! Calm down!”

They don’t comprehend it’s cold-blooded. It’s just a game to them.

“What’s more, are young ladies fun, as well?”

No, still in a way it’s equivalent.

“It’s eccentric and beautiful to have a girl…”

Go on.

“It makes you distraught for a piece to feel she’s your own,

And what, you snicker and kiss her, and perhaps you give her a ring. Be that your thought process I need you to remember, You were just for entertainment only.

“However, I gave her everything.”

All things considered, you shouldn’t have done it.

“You recognize what an individual thinks?”

At the point when a young lady does that of course.

“Furthermore, I consider her a—”

Stop that now. I thought you knew. Yet, it wasn’t with any other individual. It was just you.

“How could I know? I thought she needed it as well. I thought she resembled the rest.”

The rest? The rest of what, the love you shared with her. Indeed, what can anyone do to be done? Is everything right?”

“Yes!”

Sure?

“Positive, but why?”

I don’t have the foggiest idea. I thought you were going to cry.

“You said you had something to let me know.”

“Yeah I did but it seem I was too late so I think I’ll go.

 


			

Androids Wish

Song quote: “But I could benefit even more from being an android with a string to pull, and slit in the back for the mass to slip in coins” 1 pm tomorrow? by Zotiyac

Oh, to be an android, devoid of heart and soul,
No emotions to contend with, no sense of self-control.
A string to pull, a slot for coins, the routine of the day,
No complexities, no nuances, just life in a monotonous way.

The masses slip their coins, and watch the android go,
Performing, producing, with no sense of ebb or flow.
No need for personal growth, no call for self-reflection,
Just a life of servitude, free from any human connection.

But wait, what of the heart, the love, the passion deep within,
The joys and sorrows, the triumphs and the sins?
To be an android may seem a life so simple and so clean,
But it denies the very thing that makes us human beings.

So let us cherish our emotions, our hearts, and our souls,
For it is what makes us unique, and sets us apart from those
Who wish to be an android, free from all that we hold dear,
A life without the depth and beauty that we all hold so near.

 

Iris Stabber

Song quote: “Iris stabber with a glass, I’m collecting until the jar full” 1 pm tomorrow? by Zotiyac

With glass in hand, I pierce the iris,
A stab so sharp, a pain so timeless,
Emotions flow, a jar to fill,
Collecting until, it overfills.

A vessel of glass, to hold it all,
A treasure trove, of rises and falls,
The weight of it, a heavy load,
But I must collect, before it explodes.

My heart aches, my mind a mess,
Each shard of pain, I cannot suppress,
I gather them all, one by one,
Storing them away, until I am done.

The iris stabber, a tool I wield,
To hold my feelings, and never yield,
Until the jar is filled to the brim,
And I can finally breathe, and start again.