Paradox

How can something so aesthetically appealing, be so immature. Its just, like a paradox.

And I won't settle for less, I only want the best.

Visual appeal, pass. Mental appeal, average. Future appeal, get out, because I foresee a pacifier.

Sometimes its best to just go with the flow. If it happens, it happens, if not, move on.

But then again, to me, standards are important. I work hard, so they have to work even harder. I have self worth, and I'm not damn easy.

Unlove you..

I fell in a perfect way
Never had a choice to make
Crashed into your tidal wave
I didn't even struggle

Sailed right through your atmosphere
Closed my eyes and landed here
I didn't see the trouble, And I didn't care

I can't Unlove You
Can't do that, No matter how I try
I'll never turn my back on
Someone who loved me too
I can do most anything i have to

But this one thing I cannot change
I almost kind of like the pain
Wear your tattoo like a stain
And it will take forever, To fade away
I can't Unlove You
Can't do that
No matter how I try
I'll never turn my back on
Someone who loved me too

I can do most anything I have to
But I can't Unlove you

I was your forbidden fantasy, you were my romantic wish. I felt something, and I know you did too. Thank you for making me feel. Thank you for showing me that good things still existed in this world. Thank you, for showing me happiness, making me feel emotion, making me human again. At a time where I was stone, felt nothing, thought that the world was evil, you showed me that beautiful things still existed. You made me see, you made me feel, you made me stronger.

We shared something special. We could have ended it in flames, but you fixed everything, and it became a beautiful movie ending. Everyone could see we cared for each other, and we loved each other just as much. We may go our separate ways, but I'll never unlove you.

John Tucker Must Die.

Ever heard of John Tucker Must Die? Well, story of my life.

I let you in, you gave me false hope.
It was all a facade.
I took it slow, I never fully showed.
When you finally saw, you ran away.
You spit on me, the coldness in your words.
All the love, all turned to ice.
You broke the walls, I could actually feel.
Then you attacked, left me helpless.
Your cruelty showed, and I tried to defend.
But it was too late, the damage was done.
I was hurt, trying hard to recover.
My armour is up, but the injury has already been done.
Now all I need is a healing hand,
To heal this hurt, to seal the wound.
Because the armour is up, stronger than before.
Noone can every penetrate this fortress, ever again.
Never now, never again.

The Twist..

So a few days back, we went to my uncle's house, whose brother is a hairstylist. He's something like me, except in a bigger built body. I thought I saw my future, until I got to know, he sacrificed his life, to stay with his mother. He pretty much is his mom's nanny. Then, my mom said, "When I grow old, which son of mine who doesn't get married will take care of me and stay with me." And immediately she stared at me. In my heart, I was like, "Fuck no." My mother is like this weird clean-a-holic obsessed OCD patient who only thinks about cleaning and cleaning. And its not like SHE does the cleaning, she makes her kids do it. Its no longer "helping", its like she's "forcing". So I answered, "We'll see, if you become a grumpy old lady, then no. I'm not staying."

So we shall see.

The Mix Up..

You touch me.
You tease me.
You treat me different.
You call me things you don't call other people.
You touch me.
You LIKE to touch me.
You LIKE to tease me.
You LIKE when I become playful.

So do you LIKE me?

But then. You're attached. So what am I. A third wheel?

I don't think so. Its either I'm the only or I'm out. Because I'm doing just fine by myself.

I'm a cynic. But that's just me. Take it, or leave it.

Soft Spot..

Now it makes perfect sense. They have a soft spot for me. :)

It even works on daddy. Woohoo!

Amidst the Glitz and Glamour

The fashion industry. What you see, isn't always what you get. A superficial layer from the root, spread out through all its branches, through the entire tree. Just like make-up covers flaws, the other side of the fashion industry is well-hidden from those who only watch from afar. They only see one side of the story, the other will never be told. You have to be in it, to see it.