Fuck you bitch. That's basically what i want to say to you. But i can't. I won't be able to ever. Because i love you too much. I don't use the word love often. Its too big. It deserves to be used with respect. Coming back to you.
You're such a bitch. You always have it your way. Never let another person out-shadow you. Never let me have it my way. And you're so weird. Its always so weird talking to you.
There's nothing to talk of most of the time. It makes me wonder if you're what i want. But then, you turn me on like no other think can. You set my heart racing like no other person does. But never let me get close to you. Never. I wish i could crack you. See your inner self. The mantle-ness you're hiding. But i'm never able to.
And you're not interested in me. Hell. You're interested in another asshole. It makes me think if becoming an asshole would make me get you. But then again, i'm too proud a person to change for you. Plus there's no guarantee i would get you. People say drink your ego and you'll have success in love. But why can't i have you love me for what i am.
Maybe you're not the right one for me. I don't even list as one of your close buddies. Its dis-heartening. But i've learnt to live with it. The occasional feeling of emptiness, i can handle. I think i'm emotionally strong enough to go through all this.
Not having you doesn't hurt me. What hurts me is that an asshole is close to you. Yes thats a dagger in the heart. But the pain lasts only for a minute.
I read a similar kind of confession somedays back. I wondered why that person use to write about his ex in it. Now i understand. There's always this third person in the story. And that person always gets the attention.
Yes the pain. It only lasts a minute. I recover from it pretty soon. I read somewhere the pain of separation from your beloved is the worst. It confuses me. Is she the one i really need. After all, she doesn't affect me much emotionally.
But this doesn't matter much. she's never gonna want me. Fuck you bitch. Someday i'll ball up to say it on your face. I'll be strong enough. No not 'Fuck you bitch'. I'll say Maa Chuda Bhenchod. Yes. I have so much fire in me.
But it all cools down. The thought of never having that weird talk with you is too strong. I can't bare that. I might be able to bear that asshole marrying you (i know i'm too young to talk of marriage but then fuck you too) but not a total cut off from you.
Sigh. this is such a confusion. But someday the words 'I Love You' will also come out from my mouth. For you. But also will Maa Chuda Bhenchod. And i'll beat that asshole up. I'm sure i will. I told my dad i'll never indulge in violence, but even daddy dear will understand for i'm sure he would have suffered from this fate at some point of his life.
Every guy does.
You're such a bitch. You always have it your way. Never let another person out-shadow you. Never let me have it my way. And you're so weird. Its always so weird talking to you.
There's nothing to talk of most of the time. It makes me wonder if you're what i want. But then, you turn me on like no other think can. You set my heart racing like no other person does. But never let me get close to you. Never. I wish i could crack you. See your inner self. The mantle-ness you're hiding. But i'm never able to.
And you're not interested in me. Hell. You're interested in another asshole. It makes me think if becoming an asshole would make me get you. But then again, i'm too proud a person to change for you. Plus there's no guarantee i would get you. People say drink your ego and you'll have success in love. But why can't i have you love me for what i am.
Maybe you're not the right one for me. I don't even list as one of your close buddies. Its dis-heartening. But i've learnt to live with it. The occasional feeling of emptiness, i can handle. I think i'm emotionally strong enough to go through all this.
Not having you doesn't hurt me. What hurts me is that an asshole is close to you. Yes thats a dagger in the heart. But the pain lasts only for a minute.
I read a similar kind of confession somedays back. I wondered why that person use to write about his ex in it. Now i understand. There's always this third person in the story. And that person always gets the attention.
Yes the pain. It only lasts a minute. I recover from it pretty soon. I read somewhere the pain of separation from your beloved is the worst. It confuses me. Is she the one i really need. After all, she doesn't affect me much emotionally.
But this doesn't matter much. she's never gonna want me. Fuck you bitch. Someday i'll ball up to say it on your face. I'll be strong enough. No not 'Fuck you bitch'. I'll say Maa Chuda Bhenchod. Yes. I have so much fire in me.
But it all cools down. The thought of never having that weird talk with you is too strong. I can't bare that. I might be able to bear that asshole marrying you (i know i'm too young to talk of marriage but then fuck you too) but not a total cut off from you.
Sigh. this is such a confusion. But someday the words 'I Love You' will also come out from my mouth. For you. But also will Maa Chuda Bhenchod. And i'll beat that asshole up. I'm sure i will. I told my dad i'll never indulge in violence, but even daddy dear will understand for i'm sure he would have suffered from this fate at some point of his life.
Every guy does.
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