31 de janeiro de 2017

21.10.16 - This Dirty Little Secret

First of all, it's about you. A kind of man that every woman would like to talk with, to hang out with, to enjoy some time with and to smile about nothing. You're such a deceiver, a false illusion I should realize that was coming and, instead of, I just listened what your chin wanted to say.
 
How many times I tried to be by myself to think about my things and you came into my mind from God knows where and made me question all who I was becoming and where I was going to ? How many times I wanted to ignore you, to say "goodbye for ever" and my lips just said the contrary ?
 
Yes, I regret every single minute I spent by your side and how naïve I was when I didn't see you were trouble from the beginning. Yes, I trusted you too, but don't you think it's a reason to blame me for falling on your very convincing talk. I just thank God I left. 

And... What about me ?


I'm just this antisocial one in front of a desk working not so hard to get life better and easier, someone who lives in constant anxiety and only wishes to have no worries in life. And you saw that there was something in my face which was the opposite. I was just misunderstood, and it was way enough for you to approach and make me figure out a thing that had been left behind long ago.

I'm alone, I like to be, in fact. It helps me to think and create new stuff, and this can't be more pleasant. The only weakness I do have is to give in too easily. That's why I felt safe with you. And that's why your evil and unplanned plan worked so well. 
 
You know what ? This whole thing of being under your eyes and being poisoned by your kind words tasted bad, since the first move. It was so sour I had to throw away and cut the roots off. I thank God I left.

These feelings won't be gone soon, but I really expect someday I can look into some same eyes and not feel a thing.