Love

I think the scariest thing to do in life is to fall in love.

To let go of all your inhibitions, all your fears, all your worries.

To love someone who can do no wrong in your eyes.

Senseless love,

Senseless emotion.

Those that choose to fall in love

Yes choose

Because the mere fact that you disobey your instincts telling you that breaking down all your walls can only end one way, most of the time – badly, is most definitely a choice

To all the lovers out there:

I salute you,

I applaud you.

Because what you do is brave

Very brave

Love exacts a pain unequalled on the rack.

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Defensive

She walks up the street

Head down

Hood up

The pavement is her catwalk and the rain is her music

She walks confidently

Taking her time with each stride

Dancing with the wind at her side

They are scared

Scared because her face is unseen

Scared because of the colour of her skin

But she is human

As real and as human as you or me

Yet they move swiftly to the other side of the street

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She continues up the street

She notices a bunch of men behind her

That does not seem to change her manner

But she is aware

Aware of the potential risk

She plans her escape route in case things should go awry

They see her

They laugh and giggle

She notices that too, so her pace increases by two.

They follow her,

and just as she was about to turn the corner

They pass in front of her, smile, and keep on walking.

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No Words

Whether you like it or not, your life revolves around him.

He asks you to sit, you sit.

He asks you to wait, you wait.

You enjoy this level of control, because to you, he cares.

His every minute calls, constant texts and effortless words remind you that he is there.

It’s too late.

You love him.

You love him because he makes you laugh, he is witty, he is smart,

You tell yourself that he wasn’t always like this,

He wasn’t always this demanding.

He is just insecure.

He is intimidated because he knows how much he loves you.

You my friend, are in denial.

This is just the beginning of the end.

This level of possessiveness is not cute.

This level of control over your life and your Facebook, isn’t right.

But you won’t listen to me.

I am just your friend, not the love of your life.

I am sorry I have failed you.

Short of losing you as my friend,

I have written you this.

If you remain in this relationship, ask yourself this one question:

‘Is he really worth all of this?’

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Frustration

My heart cannot beat for nothing.

I get all the attention but never from you

Like a nightmare, you torment me

Delve into my subconscious

When you say you will call, but don’t

I don’t even know if it’s because you’re genuinely busy

Or you just don’t care

You choose to call me when you want to talk

Am I just your side bitch?

But I still like you,

Still drawn to you

I can’t say no.

I need someone to brainwash me,

Remind me that I’m suffering,

Because you were older,

I thought you were going to be more responsible

Guess I was wrong.

And now I am stuck.

Do you love me?

Or do you not?

That is the question.

By Georgette and Shalom

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I

I want to be loved

I want to be held

I want you to hold me.

Hold me tight, hold me close, never let go

If you let go of me, I’ll fly away

Away from this place

A place unknown to you

You will ask around, ask to hear my voice again

But once again, I’ll be away, away from you

All I need is for you to be honest with me

And tell me, “Baby, I’m in love with you.”

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Frustration

You frustrate me, consume me,

Are locked inside my head.

I complain because you’re there.

You fill up my thoughts,

You push away all other dreams.

Your dreams, become my dreams.

My dreams become non – existent.

How can they exist, when they have all of yours clogging my head.

Why are you there, there in my sub – conscious?

I shouldn’t complain, I put you there.

I shouldn’t hate you.

I should hate myself.

I let you in.

Into my mind, into my soul, into my bone marrow.

You lodged yourself there like a perfectly new white blood cell.

Instead of defending me, you acted like a parasite.

You took and took and took,

Until all my cells were dying.

But then I turned to a friend, I turned to God, and they acted as they should.

Talked some sense into me, you were no good.

How could I complain and pretend I hate you,

When all you did was show me your true colours.

I was being dishonest, with no one but myself.

You are gone now, away from my life, but why are you still in my head?

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