Friendship is a beautiful thing, right? But.. what about when it's not?
It's one of those relationships that can truly fuck you up for the rest of your life..
I hate how relatable it sounds.. the sheer number of people who
Have at some point in their life
Felt betrayed by a friend
Felt unappreciated by a friend
Felt like they gave too much of theirselves away for someone who they thought would do the same,
Only to never be able to feel whole again
How does one really fill that hole?
How do you stop yourself from booty dialing that one (ex) best friend at 3am when you're feeling down
Or just really need someone to talk to?
Do you stop watching that tv show they got you hooked on?
Or forget the lyrics to every song of the band you both loved and jammed to at every sleepover?
The matching tees
The way they take their coffee
The inside jokes
The darkest secrets
The first boy who broke her heart
The book she can never get enough of
To the first time you caught them lying
Your conversations got shorter
The hugs felt colder
I .. don't really know where I'm going with this..
But I'd just like to say I'm sorry for anyone who knows what I'm really trying to say.. y'all are precious and deserve the world!
P.S.
I know I might sound overly dramatic to some, so
Lemme just say I'm really happy for y'all.. happy that no one ever made you feel that way and I hope no one ever does!
Have a great day everyoneđź’–
Tag: Younglove
Let go of our fears
We’re the personification of irony, all of us
We’re afraid of being alone, and yet whenever we’re faced with a problem,
or simply overwhelmed,
We’re too proud to say we’re not okay
Instead, our first instinct is to hide,
Because we want to deal with it on our own
Beause we simply refuse to believe that anyone could actually help
Because we don’t want anyone to see that speck of vulnerability in us
Our fences of insecurity and self defences have become giant impenetrable walls
We cannot think, cannot see through it
Or probably just won’t
With a variety of excuses in our arsenal
Ready to shoot down any rational arguement that tries to break through
Because taking a leap of faith has broken us instead at some point in life
But what we don’t get is that it’s not the decision of letting in that was wrong as much as the person we actually let in
That we failed to notice the ones who not only could but actually did have our backs
And thus we let the ripple effects of our mistakes hold us back further
Because we want people to beleive in us without the heart to let go of our fears
Red
The colour of love, the colour of roses
But also as a symbol of danger it poses
A sign of life in the form of blood
Is there even a soul who dislikes it in the world?
The queen of sultry from dresses to cherries
And glossy lips , wine and strawberries
It can empower a woman, taking a spot on her forehead
Or make her impure, confining her for days to her bed
A control freak by nature, loves to be in charge all the time
It sets boundaries for even the rainbows that shine
Who else could dare stop vehicles on busy streets
Or make women too ominous for even God to greet !
She sells her body
Her glistening eyes that once were a calm ocean now behold a burning rage
Cover your legs they said, no crop tops they said, it’s not the right age
She ditched the stilletos for they were provocative they said
But that didnt prevent it from happening, nor did the saffron on her head
Neither the concrete structure she’d go for praying with flowers and her soul to offer
Nor did the society she desperately tried to fit in tried to take the pain off her
Her cries for help were answered by pretentious display of sympathy
But they soon dried up , along with the expectations of their empathy
It’s strange how she was left alone to fight her battles by herself
And now since she finally stopped trying and decided to give in to her fate
She sells her body they say
Got no morals, just a will and a way
She aint fit to live in our society they diss
Holding her guilty for enjoying such bliss ….