Maybe…

This is a short one from a friend of mine, @Mz_Ess.

I should have left when it was convenient, when my heart was still intact. I just felt you needed me more than ever, guess I was wrong. I thought it was unhealthy to judge you by your flaws so I never criticized you.

I put everything aside to focus on us. I never reacted to your constant teasing. I kept telling myself that someday, you’d realize that it hurt.  Now, you wanna go and I’m trying to hold on but I can’t if you don’t want to. It’ll be like wishing for rain in the desert.

If you believe you’ll do best without me, then I’m letting go.  It’s over but before we say goodbye; maybe I was wrong or maybe I misinterpreted. Maybe you didn’t mean to be such a jerk to me. Maybe you didn’t mean to treat me like shit. Maybe I’m overreacting or maybe I was wrong to give you all you needed. Maybe I was wrong to kiss you and let you touch me.

Maybe you didn’t mean to use me and rip my heart out the way you did.  Either way, I’m letting go. It could have gone differently if you weren’t so focused on what you could get from our relationship.

I always say you never learn, I guess you’re proving it right now.  If you ever need me, you’re gonna miss me ‘cos I’m not gonna to be here waiting.

Ex animo, me.

The Problem With Pickup Lines

Heh heh. Poor dude. Poor creepy dude.

Little Gentian

Frost was firmly dug in at her table in the school café. It was midterms and anxiety was running high, while sanity was at a shocking new low. She was sure that the hours of sleep every student in the café had gotten over the past week, if added up, would probably be less than forty-eight total. Most of her peers had headphones jammed in their ears like her, and bleary desperation in their eyes. There were more cups of coffee in the room than people and if a conversation dared go louder than a murmur the culprits were shamed into silence with bloodshot glares.

As it was, Frost had one more paper to turn in and she was slogging through her final round of edits when it happened. She didn’t know where the guy came from, but he was suddenly standing across the table from her, his stunned-looking brown…

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Celebrity Suicide: I Don’t Care

This is so true.

Of Emotions and Choices

I had a discussion with a friend of mine some days ago. He said “more women than men are emotionally immature”, then he defined emotional immaturity as the inability to appropriately handle feelings about a person or a situation.

He said that although females start getting mature physically and mentally earlier than males, their journey to emotional maturity takes a looooong time, and that women tend to be emotionally indecisive.

Sweet Decadence

Dipping my fingers in you,
I revel in your moist warmth.
Moaning softly, I move them
Round and round.
Awed that you are truly mine,
I pull my fingers out slowly
And take you in my mouth.
And I tremble at the rich flavor!
At the wonder that is you…
Melted chocolate.

Figurine #Photography