Forgotten, in Three

How goodbye, gets, “finalized”, bit by bit, and eventually, you will, let go! Translated…

1. 

Like a Fallen Teardrop

Wandering Between the Distance of Longings

查看來源圖片like this???  Photo found online…

2.

Being Used to the Pains

Counting Down the Moments I’d Missed You on the Path Toward Goodbye

3. 

All that’s Left, is the Shadows of Your Nonexistence

Pretending to be Loud

or this???查看來源圖片photo also found online…

And so, despite how much you don’t want it to end, it still had, because, it just, wasn’t mean to be, and now, you just, have to wait for your hearts to know that too, so you can, move on, with the rest of your lives…

Advertisements

Forget It, Just, Let It Go…

The sound of, letting go, in stanzas, a poem, translated, by me…

Forgotten

She’d, Forgotten Me, and I, Him Too

Suddenly, Inside This Space of Time, Some People, Some Things, are Just Gone

Like Getting Trapped in a Fog, without Knowing Why, Some Things, Some People Just, Went, Missing

breaking up 的圖片結果left behind…photo from online…

Forgotten the Processes, without the Struggles

Everything Settled, in its, Rightful Place Allowing Things to Flow as They’re Supposed to

Or Maybe, She, or He, Never Found a Place in My Mind, and so Naturally, I’d, Forgotten…

Let it Go

I’d, Let Him Go, and She’d, Set Me Free

in the Space of Time, Some People are, Locked Up in Frames

Like Being, Paralyzed in the Mud, Struggling, to Break Free but Couldn’t

People Breaking Up 的圖片結果parting ways now, but, still, lingering on…photo from online…

Some Things, Some People, we’re, Just Never, Meant to Forget

From Waiting for that Day to Finally, Let Go, it’d Been, Quite Trying

But After Getting Through it, You’d Felt, Relieved, and Free

Or Perhaps, She or He Had, Helped You, Grow

Helped You Gain Wisdom, and Her/His Mission was, Completed

Forgotten Let it Go

are the Two Locks We Have Inside of Us

Dissolved, Opened, the Heart Became, Freed

Forgetting and Letting Go

are Pit Stops in the Journeys of Our Lives

Station After Station, the Show of Leaving Those We Love Behind, Parting in Such Sweet Sorrow, a Tragic-Comedy

No Matter How Much You’d, Put in

Everything Will Eventually Be

Let Go, Forgotten

Lost, it’s, Over

So, that’s taken, long enough, isn’t it? For you, to finally, let go in your mind, and to not, think about that lost love again, because you had, grieved fully and properly, for what’s lost, parts of your self you’d, given to that particular person, and yeah, it hurt like hell, sure, but, you’d, grown up from losing that love, so, you’d, still, won out!

As the Two Hearts, Drifted Too Far Apart…

As the two hearts, drifted too far apart, there’s, nothing that anybody can do, to pull the two separated hearts back together again, it’s just, nowhere near, possible.

like this???  Not my animation…

hearts, drifting apart 的圖片結果

And, the next step that these two separated hearts will take would be, dropping, five-thousand feet downward, with NO mattress, or trampoline, to catch, or to break their falls.

As the two hearts, drifted too far apart, just, let them separate completely, severing ALL the ties, stop trying to, recombine them back as one, because there’s no way, that that crack that’d come between the two hearts will, EVER be fixed to invisible again.

or this, even???two hearts, separating 的圖片結果not my photograph…

As the two hearts, drifted, too far apart, let’s just, let nature take its course, see where they both end up, ‘cuz it may not be a bad thing, after all, we’d all, bore witness to how those two hearts were at war with one another, making this “home” a total mess, and now that they’d, drifted too far apart, maybe, it’s, a brand new opportunity, for both of these two hearts that were, no longer, connected, to find a brand new life on their own.

As the two hearts, drifted too far apart, we’d all, wanted to save them from falling apart, but, we mustn’t, because, it’s only right, that fate takes its course with those two hearts that had, drifted too far apart, and besides, nothing good ever comes, of messing with F-A-T-E, you should know that by now!!!

 

If You Don’t Love Me…

If you don’t love me, then, don’t hold me, set me free, it wouldn’t be fair, to me, or you, to keep me, hangin’ ‘round! If you don’t love me, just say it already!!!

If you don’t love me, why you still, lettin’ me hang ‘round you, huh? And, shouldn’t we, just break it off, for once, and for all, instead, of, getting comfortable with each other’s bodies? If you don’t love me, just say the word, and I’ll see, where I go from here. But you can’t, you’re, too addicted, to this feeling of ecstasy that you feel when you get into my body, aren’t you???

If you don’t love me, and love’s been, dead, AND gone, buried, TEN-FEET under (‘cuz six feet ain’t deep enough???) many, many, many years ago. If you don’t love me, then, why you still come back ‘round, whenever life beats you down? Because I’m that safe place for you, that you feel, warm and taken care of in? And what makes you believe, that I am, always, going to be, the door that stays open, 24/7, just in case you needed to come and score some, huh???

If you don’t love me, just cut the ties already, oh wait, because you can’t, cut the ties, therefore, I MUST, because that, is how much respect I have, for me, and loving you, would not, be respecting ME enough, and I got, too much SELF-RESPECT, to love anybody like Y-O-U!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Filtering, Through the Static of Your Lies…

This was, what I’d, taught myself to do, as the static of your lies became, too much, too loud, for me to bear, and I’d needed to, find a way, to TUNE it all out somehow…

I thought it may be, easier, if I’d, just, ignored all those, white noises happening in the background, but, the white noises became, too, overtly, cacophonous, and, I just, hear it, ALL the time, no matter where I was!

what I used to hear…from Youtube.com…

Filtering, through the static of your lies, it wasn’t, easy, oh no, it was, extremely, difficult, especially because, I’d still, felt something (still waitin’ for that to finally WEAR off!!!) for you, and, it’s, this slow, gradual, process for me, which I’m, taking it, a day, at a time (kinda like the 12-Step programs for alcoholics or addicts???).

Filtering, through the static of your lies, I finally had, and now, I don’t even, HEAR a single sound (wow, finally became, DEAF after so many, god damn, FUCKING years of living with your lies…), and, I’m enjoying, this, newfound, silence, that I’m currently, surrounded by.

and now…查看來源圖片hear that??? Of course N-O-T!!!  Picture from online…

Filtering, through the static of your lies, it’d been, too long since, I was, hearing NOTHING, absolutely NOT a single sound, and I can, still hear that PIN drop, and, it’s, so totally, amazing, that I’d, sharpened, my own sense of hearing, after I’d, filtered through the STATIC of your L-I-E-S here!!!

 

 

 

 

Threading Your Lies, into the Tapestries of Our Lives…

This is, what, you’d, been doing, since BEFORE we were, ever wed (uh yeah, remember that film from, long, long ago: I Me Wed???). Threading your lies, into the tapestries of our lives, I’d, consented to this, so, I’d, admit to MY part of my own share, of WRONGDOING!

Threading your lies, into the tapestries of our lives, you’d done that, repeatedly, and, because there was still love I’d, felt for you from before, I just kept, allowing you, to get your ways with me, again, and again, and again.

But, I’d become, too, god DAMN tired, of all of this BULLSHIT now! I know I’m, economically, capable, without your hard-earned dollars, that you’d, brought home to me, to keep this, god DAMN household, intact! I know I got what it takes, to SURVIVE, out, in the REAL world here!

Threading your lies, into the tapestries of our lives, can’t understand, that it’d taken me, this long, to finally see it! Perhaps, all those years of endless suffering I’d endured at your mercy had a purpose, but what? It’d not, revealed itself, to me yet. Threading your lies, into the tapestries of our lives, and now, my child is slowly, growing up, and, seeing how he is, becoming, more and more like his father by the day, it’d, alarmed me, it’d, made me, decide, to walk out on you.

For I shall NEVER, allow your FUCKED up behaviors (cheating, lying, and everything ELSE???), to rule over MY life, and I will STOP your influences, on our sons’ impressionable minds, because I don’t want them, to grow up, into LOSERS like you, and besides, I’m NEVER going to, SPOIL my sons rotten, the way YOUR mother had, done you!!!

 

After the Love is Gone

How to break up, and still respect one another, and cherish the memories the two of you had, made and shared together, that, is a very hard lesson, but, it appears, that this man had, mastered it already, translated…

As two people were dating, they’d, given one another gifts. And normally, I’d tell the individual I was with straight, that rather than spending the money on the gifts, maybe, we should, save the money, to be used, for our trips together or dates in the futures; and if we really want to give one another something, then, we should choose something that’s, practical for each other.

And so, most of the gifts I’d received, were shirts, ties, perfumes, and electronics, things I’d normally used daily, and one day, when we broke up, at least, these “remnants of love” won’t bring too much troubles for the both of us, and there’s, no need, to dispose of them.

I’d kept the words that a girl I’d broken up with with me, “although we’re no longer dating, I hope, you won’t throw the things I’d given to you as gifts when we were together away. For me, those items are witnesses to the love we once had together. Unless, there’s, more hate than love, you’d wanted to, throw them all out.” Ever since, that was, the rule, I’d, followed. No matter what she’d decided, I’d always told her, “We’re, breaking up now, but that doesn’t make the love we had for each other void.”

And still, photos, letter, and private messages, the more sensitive things, I’d, immediately, “killed off” and “buried the bodies”. To Not trap myself in the state of mind, and, I’d, considered how my future girlfriends may feel. And this, is the only “remains” I’d asked of the women I’d, broken up with to clean out.

My girlfriend now, at first, she’d loved the perfumes I’d given to her, and after she’d learned it was from an ex, she’d, bought another kind, and, used that first bottle as a air-freshener inside her car; I’d not minded at all, instead, I’d, thanked her for being so attentive to my feelings.

I’m blessed, to always meet up with the right women who were, wonderful, and, no matter why we’d broken up in the end, I’d never been asked to give whatever the women I’d dated had given me back, and so, no matter how sad the ends of my relationships, I could always, save some sort of nostalgia of the love I’d once owned, and lost.

And so, this, is how mature people break up, the guy is very sensitive, and very sensible, and, so are the women he’d, ever dated, and, this, is the best way a break up can end.