P.s I don't wanna share with you. Though it sounds dumb, immature.. yes I know. So I have not told you about it.. I wouldn't.. no matter how much it hurts. I know these thoughts are immature, pointless, baseless. That's why I am keeping them to myself, just myself.
You told me to become mature, see, I am trying. But why its getting harder day by day ?
~ Pending after pretty long. This wonderful syllabus form by chachu @iammusaafiir and dear ma'am @geraldine_mary persuaded my writer's block to concretize something. Hope I did justice to the form chachu and ma'am ☺️❤️
We stick by the people who demean our esteem and worth... and call it a family. We stick by the person who abandons us when convenient... and call it love. We've all constructed fancy words for random relations we build, just to evade the possibility of a haunting lonely experience. And then we spend a lifetime moulding ourselves... wrecking our thoughts and emotions... to understand the dynamics of something that's inherently dysfunctional.
She told me, "find a love where it doesn't hurt", but she didn't know, I was too sensitive and I'd have died even if a needle burst a bubble around my heart...but I was alive, strongly, liveably alive, as I've found something extraordinary, something that covers me and protects me like a shield, but the heat was too high and she started the meltdown, and soon, that shield turned into a sword, and with her butterflies she attacked my whole, and the war was soon over, however, she didn't like the throne, for I've never put a scratch on her, how could I, without her, I don't even rhyme.