Take no prisoners

This won't be another morbid interlude dotted with melancholy
It won't be another moment of reclusive escape to wallow in self-pity
No, what is life but a learning experience, and experience has been a good teacher
This will be a melancholic interlude, because love is pain, pain is life
Dotted colorfully with callous frivolity and emotional vacancy

Incomplete thought

Your world seems a bit confused, with hews of unhappiness, sprinkled with moments of intense longing for the object of your unhappiness.

The function of your dysfunction seems to be solitude, a life of random lovers and disposable pleasures

No Tears

There will be no tears shed this time

This one was lost long before the last goodbye

No time for grieving as life marches on

No heart felt monologue, no curtain call

No bowed heads or wistful ado

There will be no tears shed this time

Just goodbye, this is the end

Nice to know you, have a good life

No sorrowful regrets, no farewell tryst

No one last drink, sealed with a kiss

No final embrace, no sight of your face

Just goodbye

There will be no tears shed this time

I'm sorry

I'm sorry, makes my heart ache no less
these words appeases the mind and strokes the ego
But turn back time, erase words and dries tears, it does not
I'm sorry, a consolation after words and deeds have reeked havoc with emotions
But, it saves face and displays at least a modicum of care
I'm sorry, two words that you dread to hear, because they're preceded by hurt and despair
Take solace in that, genuine expression of sorrow over pain caused is a sign
A sign of hope, that perhaps, just perhaps, things can get better

Stick a fuck

I think women seem to believe that they have the market cornered on being frustrated in a relationship - or it is somehow their divine fucking right - as if there is not someone else on the end of that frustration stick being fucking beaten to death, all while taking the licks silently trying to appease them and keep the peace. My back broad, but not so broad - I'm done.

Ctrl+Z

Every now and then I have these moments of regret in my life - my life a sprinkled with those moments; I've often said I have no regrets in life because they made me who I am today - that is when everything is ok, but at moments like now, when I'm at my low point - I have moments, or perhaps it is just a moment of regret.

 

Today, yesterday, I wish I could turn back the hands of time many many years back - but perhaps this is a feeling that will last no longer than the next few hours, maybe it won't, maybe I will have this feeling again next month, then not again till the end of the year - but for now in this space, I wish for an undo button. Unfortunately, life is not a series of 101010...it's organic, filled with emotions - and sometimes I do a lousy job at controlling mine; but hey, c'est la vie.

 

It's time to press my personal reset button; but for some reason in this 2014 model of me, I can seem to locate it as yet - till then I have to endure this temporary malfunction in my system. In the words of Frank Sinatra "...regrets I've had a few but then again too few to mention..."

Torn

...between what the heart feels and what the mind knows to be right
between what the heart wants, the body desires, but everything else won't let you have
between a fantasy, and the reality in which we live
between the smile on your face, or the tears running down your cheek
between being selfless and being selfish
between the years we had, and the years we wish we had
between the temporary moments of joy and the moments of pain
between loving you and loathing you
between loving you and loving you more
between wanting you and needing you
between staying, and walking away
torn...