Slumped not slayed
Hope’s distant dream
That tiny spark’s
Still alive in me…
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“After all your avowals of friendship; it hurts me sore when you hide it all.
A declaration to those few ‘friends’ who have noticed a change in me or bothered to ask whats’ wrong/right.
I’m tired of being the optional backup friend. I’m tired of waiting to be acknowledged & affirmed. I have been silly. I have been naive. Now I choose to be cynically wise. I choose to hold back. I choose to not share.
Like I said earlier, it hurts me sore when I get to know about you through others. You never did tell me what u have voluntarily told your other friends. And then I realise yet again how completely impractical my expectations are- in this day & generation. Yes, even among so called believers.
I am tired of being hurt. To guard ones heart and be lonely is a better option than to be bruised by false words and promises.
I guess that’s all I have to say for now.
Let me be swayed by emotion
I tend to stifle them so.
Let me be blind to logic,
I tend to be controlled so!
Are but words that keep me,
From adventure and risk
For long have I waited
For long have I been safe
For long the mysteries kept afar
For long the breach stayed
The life, to be lived,
A joie de vivre,
Is then missed!