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My personal online diary,within your very reach. All that I write here are true events! The adult years are the most vicious and strenuous, I love to embrace that. Enjoy! P.S •All entries are writing three weeks in advance. •Entries are unloaded every Fridays at 10am

Friday, 16 January 2015

Tutu

Whats Up,
Readers!!

My sincere apologies for not having posted in so long.Alotta shit went down.of which i will be sharing with you next week.
Now during my festives I had somewhat a "summer romance" .
And here is some of what i felt.

                       
Doesnt it look like i drink blood Of virgin children.

I woke up this morning and wrote. I had to.
I dreamed about you during the early hours of the morning, well actually at the break of dawn.

Even though I know, NOW you hate me.
Even though I know your family has turned you against me.
Even though your numerous cries of lies filled my heart with hope.
All knowing of your sneaky ways, I gave in. I was at your mercy.
Even though I knew deep down that your lips were the lips of a harlot.
I still kissed them.
Even though I knew your hugs were open to any human being with a bosom, I still hugged you.
At that moment I felt "loved".
Accepted, wanted and needed in an affectionate fashion.
Even though you told me you loved me, and I knew you've uttered those words a thousand times to your perpetual "Female Aquintances".
I returned the statement.
Not because I did love you TuTu, but because I too wanted to feel the warmth of telling someone I love them.
Even though I am not in love with you, but rather at the sweet idea of being in love. I reciprocated those sweet words, because I know my fate.
That.
In actuality, I am unlovable.

Even though I knew very well that my fate as a Forever Alone was carved into stone far before the beginning of time.
I fell for you.
TuTu.
Again.
Since we had an unfinished romance from back when I was 13, you 14.
Even though I knew it would hurt when I left you in Cape Town. I knew I would come back to my rut.
You would flee once more to your infinite bitches on call.
And I would be here.
In bed alone. Missing your fake hugs and affection.

Even thought your family did me wrong.
I still dream about you. As if desperately searching for a place in my mind where we can be as I want us to be.

Another Heart-Ache,
Another Failed Romance.

-GranDaD

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