This is for you...

To expect a person to grow with your unjust words is like expecting a rose to bloom in winter. You feed me your accusations, your judgements, your views and expect me to trust them like they are verses from a holy book. There are very few facts in this fickle world, even those can be debated. The greatest civilisations have crumbled and been reduced to darkness and chaos over wrong judgements being made. Freud says our psyche is like an iceberg, a tip breaks the surface of the water, the tip being all we show people. For me to assume that you are the tip of the iceberg and there is nothing much underneath, I might as well crash the Titanic now.

The best defence is offence and I seem to offend you a lot. My words come out in a slew of vulgarity which seems to affront your nature and upset your balance. How many times can we go from being the only two people in the world to a poisonous crescendo? Life as we know it is built on cycles, sleep cycles, moon cycles, seasons ending but promising to return the next year. This is one cycle however which goes against my nature, it disagrees with my every cell. The satisfaction of making up, no matter how sweet it may be, is leaving a taste I thought I forgot about. You will always bring a smile to my face, I guess that’s what you’re best at.


This is for you…all of this was for you.