You were callous.
I built walls around myself, not letting anyone or anything get the best of me. It was a subconscious action; a despondent effect of all the times we have shattered, shattered alone, picking up the pieces and each time the pieces seeming to get finer, seeming to turn into granules; harder to get back, blown easily by time and forgotten by space.
Apathetic.
You told me we felt the same. That these unmentionable bits and pieces have somehow found itself to you. You were a poetic prick who satisfied himself with the love that was fervently given. You collapse the walls down yet you don’t stop there: you choose to destroy and crumble until they believe and they soar. Until they’re happy. And that’s when you conquer. You callously triumph over their souls and break them into fragments of illusion; making them believe it was their fault, their fault.
Even when it was yours all along.
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Just Totally, Completely Speechless😯😯…
BTW is there any chance of that poetic prick being referred here to be me😃😃??
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I wouldn’t want that “poetic prick” to be you. lol simply because he’s a “prick” and I wouldn’t want you to think you are one. 😛
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Hahaha 😂😂 thanks for that…
I owe you😋😋…
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Hey, I’ve nominated you for the three day challenge. I am into your writing.
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Thanks for nominating me on this. I never expected people to actually ‘read’ what I have to say. Thank you so much for this! 🙂
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People actually read and make assumptions and analyse everything if it’s interesting.
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