He was mad at me.
He was too angry to look at me.
He’s tripping, you see. A woman who trips is like a tree that bears fruit. The woman trips the man she loves. Although the number of men complaining about it is quite high, medicine has not yet found a cure for it.
I said, “Come in, girl, don’t arm me.”
“Why?” he asked.
I said, “The rose is beautiful in its branch and gifts”
At that moment, she became a more beautiful woman than all the women registered in the world population.
I loved it again.
I have loved a thousand times.
Just enough to text him. You love so madly to text him next to you, that’s it.
for Women
Everyone will read what I wrote, but only you will understand. I wrote you because of the moments. They will feel you.
In a way, I tell them about you every day with the sentences I make. Those people understand me the most. More than you. It can’t even be said that you are trying to understand me. I’m telling you to the flying bird. I attribute the meaning of every song I listen to you. Despite all this, just understand me. This is all I ask of you.
If you need to love me. Just understand. Understand how long I can endure in the face of the meanings I have placed on you. Understand that I am rewarded for my worth in the form of disappointment. Understand that my dreams fall into the water one by one every day. Understand that I show you my love at every opportunity. But that was the last, worst thing to say to you. I understood this. And I understood very well.
Don’t worry, I wrote you again. Whereas, I started all of my sentences with your name. How much more do you have to wear me out for you to realize something?
Yes, I may have missed you. I thought you should know this. I thought it would make you happy if I missed you. When I came to you, you had wounds to heal. However, you really hurt my wounds.
Clever.
I wish you could use your intelligence to love me just a little bit. You have a heart. We both know this. I couldn’t make you realize that heart, shame on me. And now I understand what it means to love you. This is a suicide attempt I know. Do you know where I keep making the same mistake? Always believing in you. I put myself in this situation believing that he will do something for us.
I was broken many times and as a matter of fact, I never recovered. You were responsible for this. You could never understand the pain of my soul that you burned. And in this way, I learned what it is to be silent by shouting. We realize some things too late. What we feel special at first seems ordinary to us. It doesn’t matter if it’s special.
Do you know what destroys people too? The moment when you feel that the person you love is no different from other people.
At that moment, nothing else matters gifts.
You are the sweetest pain I have ever tasted. Always stay like that. You are different from afar…
