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What the bloody hell is love?
You know the kind they write about
“heart pounding when you see him,” and bullshit like that.
Well I guess I’ve never known love.
Sure the kind reserved for family
but you know that’s never the same.
All I’ve felt is obsession, living to see him again,
“yeah I think I love him” right before I fall.
The next closest thing is obligation,
beer goggles making last night foggy,
when you wake up and your “in a relationship”
with some kid who’s “in love” with you.
You try to break up, but his innocence makes you hesitant;
you don’t want him to end up like you.
When your obsession was taken for granted,
the one you lived for hurt you the most.
It was all fun and games when it started, then he
asked you out and it stopped.
All of it, the flirting, the laughing, the attention,
and when he found out you were a virgin it got worse.
Barely a glance here or there and he won’t hold your hand anymore.
He invites you to his grad party as his date,
but when you show, he says “hi” then disappears.
Well now I know what I was s’posed to be.
I was supposed to be “that” girl,
your little trophy girl,
the one you could fuck then ditch in a month.
Yeah I’ve seen how
you go through girls like candy,
all of them last a month (if that).
And I’m left wondering
do you break their hearts through facebook?
Or was that special just for me?
I tell myself I hate you.
But I know that’s a lie,
because deep down I’m still obsessed with you.
Unable to resist the soft redness of your lips,
which are sweet poison to my soul,
once they meet mine I’m yours,
no matter how much I want to resist.
Next there’s caring.
You can care about someone with all your heart, but not
love them in the way that they’d like.
You can want to take away their pain
because you know what they’re going through.
Because you can relate, hell
you might even hurt worse.
You can want to kill those who hurt them but still,
not love them in the way that they want.
But the truth is you can’t feel,
you’re numb,
that or you’re scared
because no one’s ever cared this much before,
and you
can’t risk or take being hurt by them.
You’re scared of giving your heart,
because you might not get it back.
You’re scared of taking though too, what if…
what if you drop theirs?
You’ll do anything not to hurt them,
all the while looking for an excuse to run.
You’re pathetic, you’re scared, you’re weak, you’re
so much less than anyone you’ve ever dated,
at least they came clean of their lies,
while you’ve been lying to yourself all along.
What are you afraid of?
Feeling?
Because opening up just might hurt too much…
Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactI don't really know where to start. This.... story (if you'll alllow me to call it so) is really deep, sad and ultimately beautiful. It's not really a story, but rather a thought. I really admire the way you wrote it, I reallly do. It left me kind of a bizzare feeling, of knowing something I didn't know before.
The way you described the feelings and emotions was absolutey majestic. I have no other word for it. It's simply beautiful, and it's a pleasure for the reader to find such a piece of art. It doesn't happen realy often that you find a text, you read it and ... simply remain wordess, like I am.
This thought, eventually about humanity is really interesting. The main character, the girl I mean, is simply human. She isn't weak, she doesn't give into the pleasure and "love" the guy offers, however, she isn't completely strong, to be able to just hate him. I think that's what that striked me most. The fact that she didn't just plainly hate him is what made me see this, and ultimately you, the author, as an art piece, and artist respectively. Human people, as much as they'd like to, aren't able to rally hate, it doesn't matter just how much they want to. That's because they are human. I just loved the way she is.
She aknowledges the fact that she doesn't hate him, and that's what makes her an incredibly strong person and human being in general.
The boy, on the other part, is part of another human "category". He isn't really evil, even after what he's done to all the girls and everything. He was scared of the world, of humans and of his own feelings. He's quite egoistic, if I am to say so, because he didn't really care about other people. He didn't want to love, just because he was too afraid to end hurt in the end. He was actually a coward. I love th way you captured him, the very essence of his being. He is also human, but bot even a half as strong one as the girl.
The conclusion was really amazing, as it somehow explained, in not too many words, the entire story. It deserves appreciation, and, at least on my part, recieved it all.
I'm really sorry for rambling all this much, I just hope you'll consider this well done, because I loved your story, and just couldn't stop myself from writing.
You have talent, and I hope I'll be reading even more amazing stories from you <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
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