Saturday, August 16, 2008
meaning to blog about this..since wednesday...
i witnessed a lover's spat on the train while i was on my joruney to tuition...This couple caught my attention as it seemed to me as though the girl friend was his Mum..but it was quite impossible...judging they were holding hands...and the guy looked like 20 plus ?
I had thought so because... the girl...was rather plump ( im so mean) and she looked pretty haggard..the guy on the other hand was scrawny had a rather angular face that was similar to that of a horse ( so so mean)...So anyways..the gf was playing with the bf 's touch screen phone...and they had their hands loosely intertwined...the guy looked stoned...while the gf tried to get his attention by tickling him with the styler..it didnt work..she attempted to poke his face with it-No reaction.So she returned him his phone by crossing her hand over and slipping it into his pants pocket..the guy was like a statue...
next she tried to slip her fingers through his, he refused.She tried again, no avail.Desparation and pain was written all over her face, she whined.He brushed her off,not wanting anything to do with her..Eventually she achieved what she wanted but he looked as though he didnt bother...she didnt matter..
Everyone..in the pursuit of love trying to seek attention, care, concern, love,protection, security...from someone special..and when u try ur hardest to get what u want and see...the person that u want the most brush u off as though ur not important, or that ur existence didnt matter..
It feels as though a dagger has been stabbed repeatedly through your heart.Red.The worse part is, the pain so excruciating that physical pain doesnt hurt..
because his closing the doors.Like a stray kitten, bitter and cold.I stood outside the door as the rain poured heavily.Drenched wet and alone. You locked the doors.I didnt matter.
12:08 AM
Bridget
