At the Terminal Station of Our Love…

Here we are, at the terminal station of our love, ready, to break it up, for good this time!

We’d, sorta, drifted, past this terminal station of our love time and time again from before, but, we’d never actually, gotten inside, like this time.

This time was different, I’d, finally decided, that I don’t love you anymore! And, it’d, taken me, too long a time, to finally, arrive here, and, I’d, hopped onto that train that sped me towards goodbye, without a second thought.

查看來源圖片the final kiss, we will ever share, photo from online…

At the terminal station of our love, what’s there? Nothing, not even, tears, maybe for you, there would be, tears, but not for my, for I already had, mourned, completely, for this love I’d given to you, that’s, turned up, missing for god knows how long now…

At the terminal station of our love, love lingered on, but I’m, urged, to move along, with the rushing of the passing crowds, and so, in the crowd, of this terminal station of our love, we’d, separated, for good this time!

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If Only We Can be Strangers Again…

If this life we’d, already shared, had never, occurred, if only, we can be strangers again, then, all would be, well, but, we can’t, ‘cuz, we can turn back that clock, can we???

So, here’s, where it’s, led us to, down this broken road, paved with lies, hurt, and betrayal, and, it’s neither of our, faults, or, perhaps, it’s only fair, that we share, the blame together, divide it up, 50/50.

If only we can be strangers again, but we can’t. We can’t even, be perfect strangers to one another, we know each other, too well.

If only, we can be strangers again, wouldn’t that be grand? I mean, just think, how wonderful life would be, we can just, live our colliding lives, like, parallel lines, and never know how close we got to, goodbye.

But, I can’t pretend, I won’t! It’s just, no point for me to do so, I already HATE you, with EVERY single FUCKING (and your point being???) cell in my body. If only, we can be strangers again, but we can’t, we’d, moved PAST being just, strangers now………

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Serenade Me, with Those Songs of Your Regrets

These songs you’d sung to me, they’d, become, out-of-tune now!

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, c’mon, I want to hear them ALL, over, over, over, and over again from you (‘cuz you will, RE-experience those traumas from your childhood abuse AND neglect repeatedly!!!).

查看來源圖片something that looks, like this, maybe???  Image from online…

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, and, I’ll laugh, callously, like I have, NO heart (oh wait, I forgot, I HAVE NO heart!!!). Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, from that time you couldn’t, control yourself with that WHORE of yours, and, tell me, STEP by STEP what you did to her, ‘cuz I want to know. Did she, moan and GROAN loud enough for ya??? I’m bettin’ that she had!

Serenade me, with those songs of your regrets, but, I’d, gone DEAF, with ALL those repeated moments of regrets in my own life, and so, nothing you say will EVER be, “registering” ever again.

And your lips will keep on moving, and all I see, is blah-blah-b-l-a-h, what’s that you say??? Did someone, accidentally (yeah uh, right!!!) press down hard, and BROKE that “mute” button on your voice? ‘Cuz I CAN’T H-E-A-R Y-O-U!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gym, a Short Prose

The changes in the beliefs of this man from before, to after the marriage, it’s actually, quite funny, don’t you think? Translated…

He’s a fanatic when it came to exercise, he’d gone to the gyms after work. One day, he’d met her through a friend, and, the focus of his life became dating and the marriage, and clearly, the time he went to the gym got, reduced. But he’d still loved exercising, he thought this was only, a period of transition. He’d often thought, if she were willing, to go to the gym with her, it would be wonderful. But he thought he shouldn’t demand so much of her, because other than not loving exercising, she’d fitted to his ideal of a perfect woman.

But, after a few years of marriage, he’d told his friend, “the only good thing about her is that she wouldn’t, follow me to the gym.”

See how the mindset changes, from before to after the marriage? That, is how it always works, because when you were in love, you tend to, ignore ALL the not-so-good qualities about each other, but after you two get hitched, then, it’s, a different story, that, is when ALL the differences get magnified underneath that microscope of yours.

Healing Up from a Condition, a Poem

The Breakup, a Short Prose

Guess W-H-O-S-E fault it is here??? Translated…

They were having supper.

She’d struck up a conversation casually with him, “You’d ruined my youthful years. Let’s break up!”

“It will do just fine,” he’d stated, peacefully, “Your vanity already, strained me completely.”

She’d not finished the food inside her bowl, and gotten up to pull out the metallic 29-inch suitcase out that’s waiting, for a brand new start in life, “Honestly, all your jeans, they’re all, outdated.”

He’d nodded, “This late in the game, there’s, NO need to hide anything from you anymore………I really HATE how you’d used those stainless steel chopsticks to eat.”

Without the goodbyes, the doors just, shut.

Later, the next man she’d met, was, better.

Later, he’d started using the stainless steel chopsticks to eat. The clinking of the sounds, like the BGM rhythms that’s received over millions of hits, echoed on, at the supper table for one.

And so, in this case, the woman WAS the problem of WHY the relationship failed, the first guy got exed out, because he didn’t eat with the stainless steel chopsticks (and that may be just the mask for whatever actually was wrong with the relationship), and the second time this woman thought she’d found love, it still didn’t work out, and this time, the man DID do things her way, and so, the problems rest with the woman here.

The Monsters of Our Lost Love

It’d, attacked us, repeatedly, and we ain’t done a thing to it!!! The monster of our lost love, it’d been, lurking behind us, readied itself, to attack us, to catch us off-guard, since god knows only when!

The monster of our lost love, we were the ones, who’d, given birth to it, with our love, it’s just, that through the progressions of time, this monster got bigger, bigger, and bigger, until, neither one of us, can contain it, and, it’d, attacked us, its, keepers…

killing love 的圖片結果like this???  Found online…

The monsters of our lost love, I’d used the Excalibur of your love, tried, to slay it, but, it’d bitten down on the sword, and, broke it, into million little, bits and pieces, then, it’d, attacked me!

The monsters of our lost love, we’d, kept and raised them up, without one another’s knowing, and, we’d, used them, to HURT each other when we got angry, thinking that, there’d only be, the dead corpses of monsters that we’d had to, clean up afterwards, that no harm would, come to us both, but, we were, DEAD wrong.

headstone for love 的圖片結果what happened to our love…photo from online…

The monsters of our lost love, well, we’d done all we could, to tame it, and when they couldn’t be tamed, we’d, slain them, as many as we could, but the number just, keeps on, growing, growing, growing, and the monsters took up the space that love used to live, between us………

The Impact of that Very First Love…

You may not realize this, but, the impact of that very first love, exceeds beyond ANYTHING you will ever, come to know! The impact of that very first love, it’s so deep, because it’s, the very first time that’s made you feel, you want to, give everything you are, to someone else, and that, is not to be taken, lightly…

The impact of that very first love, it’s like, being on a collision course, and you’re in that car that’s, speeding, spinning, out of control, and NO matter how hard you’d, wanted control over that steering wheel, it’s just, not possible!

here’s a song that shows this…video from Youtube…

The impact of that very first love, you’re, destined to feel the loss, because that very first love, was NEVER, going to last, no matter how much you’d, wanted it to…

The impact of that first love, you’d, never forgotten it, had you? Of course not, it was, the very first time that someone had, made your hearts skipped a beat in time, and that, is a once-in-a-lifetime, never to be experienced again for the first time kinda thing.

The impact of that first love, it’s not, to be, reckoned with, oh no, and don’t EVER, underestimate the effect that very first love has had on your life, you’re still, affected by that very first love you’d, ever had even to this day…