Poison
Once there was a girl who didn’t care - cool as fuck.
Now, has shot the distance up her veins and nags without pause. I am just not that person, man.
I cannot handle such gravity of emotions, and that too, every single day.
I think of myself as a rather chilled out person, who stopped taking people seriously since ages ago, now whenever I try to get someone I truly care about ; they fail me.
They fail me to the point where anything they say is pointless, and even if it had a point, I wouldn’t care.
Because I have learnt to put efforts for people who I feel are really worth the buck.
My mind is no place for daily soap trash.
If I love you, I love you from every fucking cell in my body - I’ll think about whatever you feed to my mind.
But, only to an extent.
After that it’s too late and you’ve already been labelled as a toxic fuck in my mind.
Well, LEAVE ALL THAT.
If there’s a problem I’ll always show you the solution, but this would work with any person in the fucking world but your spouse.
Because, as they all say- with love comes a plethora of unwanted bullshit, and the mightiest of all, that is, this anciently-tried-tested-poisonous-thorn―
BLAME GAME.
When you enter it, there’s no coming back.
That thing you did 3 years ago at 3:03 a.m. in a deeply inebriated state, somehow makes this poor fellow deeply sad 'now’.
What the actual fuck dude!
Are we really keeping records here?
Why can we just not forget?
Why?
Why can we not just go back to being those pretty love birds, who lost themselves to each other?
Why does it has to be so hard?
You said you loved me right?