Something bitter 

I’ve been Craving something bitter

Sugar coats, they never seemed so sweet to me, eventually, I’ll look past the disguise and see, what was meant to be…
There’s always something more, behind what we hide, always a silver lining, our pride forces us to deny, although reality might not be your cup of tea, it will always be mine. So say it straight, hit me with the punchline, but spare me the white lies.

I want to see the light, even if it hurts my eyes. So say it like it is, and scream it from the roof too. Why? Because I would rather look for beauty in the ugliest truth. Than look for truth, in the most beautiful lie.

Nina

“All women dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous women, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.” – T.E Lawrence

Cynosure in distress

You can give them more than You can afford to, and and some people will still look at you like a poor man.

Because you hold the door open, some people will mistake you for the door man.

Hold them in the highest regard, they’ll still do what want to you regardless…

give them your heart if you want, they’ll still find a way to call you heartless.

But thats just some people, and you shouldn’t lose sleep over what some people do, especially when you know, sometimes you can be “some people” too

Development

I’m sorry if my intelligence caught you by surprise

I’m sorry if I shined a little too bright for your eyes.

I’m sorry if my confidence brought out all your insecurities

I’m sorry that pleasing you is no

Longer my priority

I’m sorry if my face and my outfit are intimidating.

I’m sorry I stood up for love when you spent your energy hating.

I’m sorry my enthusiasm was so very irritating.

I’m sorry that when I rose up to stand tall, you cowered and felt small.

I feel so sorry for you, but I’m not sorry at all.

Attached

Nothing

But a hard floor to lie on

Nothing

but a cold shoulder to cry on

Nothing

But a glimmer of hope

Nothing

But another way to cope

Nothing but another rung on a ladder made of rope

Strung along by nothing.

Nothing left to lose

Nothing left to prove

Everything is really nothing at all

Interconnected

It is within the same space we all reside. No matter, how much space, the universe has no outside.

Sensitive dependence, all causes are affected, karmically protected, butterfly effected, interdependent and interconnected… Those fences you build in self defence, they’re just another thing we share.

You breath out. I breath in. The same air