Friday, August 3, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Have You Ever Been In Love???
“Have you ever been in love? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one person wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. Then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real "gets inside you and rips you apart" pain.
What Is Broken Is Broken
I mend a glass that is broken and showed it to everyone and they thought it’s new. But I know it’s broken and no matter how I tried to forget about it I still know that it’s a broken glass. No matter what I do to hide it, I still see the places I’ve mended.
I picked up broken pieces of my heart and put them together and told my self that it is as good as it used to be. But inside I know that I’m lying to my self. What is broken is broken.
If I glue it and somehow put all the pieces together, then there is a possibility of breaking it again. But if I leave it broken as it is, then no one else can break it again ever.
I would rather remember it as it was at its best, than glue it and keep on seeing the broken places for the rest of my life.
WHAT IS BROKEN IS BROKEN – NEVER GLUE IT AND KEEP SEEING BROKEN PIECES - REMEMBER IT, AS IT WAS.
I picked up broken pieces of my heart and put them together and told my self that it is as good as it used to be. But inside I know that I’m lying to my self. What is broken is broken.
If I glue it and somehow put all the pieces together, then there is a possibility of breaking it again. But if I leave it broken as it is, then no one else can break it again ever.
I would rather remember it as it was at its best, than glue it and keep on seeing the broken places for the rest of my life.
WHAT IS BROKEN IS BROKEN – NEVER GLUE IT AND KEEP SEEING BROKEN PIECES - REMEMBER IT, AS IT WAS.