Sometimes I trace
blue words on my arm
what they would feel like
is what you told me
when I said
I don’t love you anymore
is what you said I was
when I wanted to hear your voice
is what I screamed
before it went dark
No matter how careful one is, being hurt is inevitable. Yes, one has to move on but that doesn’t make it any less painful. Be it love, family or friendship, each relationship leaves a mark.
It becomes harder to move on when there is no closure. Subtlety isn’t my strong suit. I can never be subtle or understand it. So, I hate when things are left unsaid. Why put on a show? It’s not going to help anyone. Just rip the band-aid off and let the wound heal.
Life isn’t like a box of chocolates. They have everything written on the back! Flavour, ingredients, the presence of nuts, manufacturing address and other such things we ignore.
Life is like a big box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. Yes, the little grey one looks funny and smells fishy but you eat it anyway. Life is a series of weirdly delightful and artfully obscure experiences.
Let curiosity kill you. You still have eight to go!