femenist approach to grief triggered by men
(im not a very helful friend aren't i?) |
silence overtakes you memories, memories, running through those words, he spoke, are they true? you cried yourself with this feeling that you rue blame thyself for such insolence, still you craved to see his face again, hes the one who took your innocence and left you for dead like any other men... you heard him sing in your head you let him defile that place again? crumpled his letter on your hand, my gosh, i dont know how and where to begin. you said you hate him, then, you answer his calls, cant seem to bear resisting that whim, real talk,this guy's got no soul.. you tried hard to move on, forgive, forget and so on, but in your mind he comes and go, and you ask yourself, when to let go.. shall i grace you with a single blow? just a palm to face that happens fast, not slow i figured you might need a reddish glow, a simple act of kindness to finish this show. but no my friend, i detest to that truth is,im trying to make you laugh, i can feel what you feel deep within my gut. i know nothing i do will be enough... however im just here for you, to listen and to wipe your tears too.. your heart was shattered,and so was mine.. but i can guarantee that i wont leave you till you're fine. women, they are a strong bunch, they can be dominant w/o throwing a single punch... weak and fragile they may seem, they are the spark to every man's dream... so listen dear, cry it out, bleed a lot if you will, let it go, scream and shout, after all its part of the deal. trust me girl, when all these is over, you'll be surprised to find yourself anew... life is much better, easier and more beautiful too.. and you'll only remember, that girl you once were... |