Κυριακή 29 Απριλίου 2018

What I think on a Sunday evening.

I'd wish you'd call me more often,
and care more.
But I'd wish I'd care more too.
Because I don't care as much anymore.

I'd wish you'd come see me,
so I wouldn't always have to be the one arriving and departing.
But that's okay I guess. 
Because I don't care as much anymore.

I'd wish you'd keep your promises
or you wouldn't promise things you knew you didn't want to begin with.
But that's fine I guess.
Because I don't care as much anymore.

I'd wish you'd want the same things as me,
so we can build a home together.
But that's alright I guess.
Because I don't care as much anymore.

But I'd wish I cared more.
And I'd wish you'd understand.
And it's not okay, it's not fine and it's not alright.
But it is what it is,
and you are what you are and,
I am what I am.

And this is how life goes on and on.

This kind of people

You know what's the problem?
This kind of people.

These people who don't give a fuck about anyone but themselves.
Who'll promise you the world and they'll give you nothing.
Who'll make fun of things that are serious.
Who'll tell you all their problems but they won't have time to listen to yours.
Who'll suck you into their emotional roller-coasters without asking if you're up for it.
Who'll give you hope to hang in there and wait for them. Patiently.
And they will make you doubt your own sanity and existence.
They will crush your ego to the ground and you wouldn't even know what hit you.

These are the people you should keep away from yourself.
Take extreme measures if needed, but keep them the fuck away from you.
Because you'll be on the stake. Alone and broken in too many pieces. Once more.