So, it happens again.
I was the Queen, now -a mere servant.
I was the sun, now -a roach.
I was begged for, now -shrugged off.
My Heart has been stomped on, and its a circle. A never ending ring. Make, break. And repeat. I have tasted it, and I want more, but the well has dried up.
Or rather, it is full to the brim, tantalizing, refreshing, glistening. In my reach, but as I run towards it, its just a mirage. A cruel reminder of reality's slap.
And a sharp slap it was. Made me bleed a little, on the inside. I was never this weak, pathetic thing. I was better than this.
All I can do, is stare at the well, and others like it. I can magic the contents out, but its getting harder and harder for the 'blink your eyes' magic trick. Soon, I will have no control, non at all. Soon, it will be over.
Playing hard to get, was never this difficult. How the fuck did I mange it before? It works you know, just FYI.
I want to stop arguing. Stop fighting. Just sink into bliss, stand on my tiptoes for a kiss, and reminisce.
But this is life, specifically mine.
Hopeless would be exactly right.
Back to my sulking.
Thanks for dropping by.
No, this is not how I usually write.
Ps- If you did not understand a single thing, thats okay. My brain is retarded.