LIVE

I look into the eyes of lovers and see nothing but an empty night sky, while I look into the eyes of “just friends” and see so a whole constellation. Love has such a pure meaning yet it seems to get skewed throughout the years. My advice to the world is that through all you’ve been through, strive to find genuine love. A relationship filled with selfish desires will never flourish far. Love comes from within, love expresses itself in the simplest way. Love is simple, but we, we as people today over complex the meaning of love. So now love is deemed to be confusing, another source of sadness, something that brings more stress upon a person. Which love shouldn’t be, love should be another source of happiness and something that eases the soul. Love is really simple, but we, we as a society have made it into something much more than what it’s supposed to be.

Sat, 06 Jan 2018 00:51:14

I sat from across the room with my group of friends and you sat on the other side with yours. We usually had our occasional eye contacts to one another. Then she came, she was one among the many that wanted your attention. I sat in silence from the other side of the room, watching her bounce her way into your circle of friends, she noticeably flirted with you as you laughed at her incoherent jokes and comments. Angered burned inside my veins as I continue to look off into the distance as the two of you continued your foreplay. She made a comment that caused you to throw your head back and laugh as she grasped the opportunity to slyly touch you. In the midst of her telling you about her all so interesting trip to Manhattan, your eyes scanned the room for mine. There I was, fuming with rage as we exchanged eye contact from a distance until she called for your attention again. She continued to talk and talk, but I could tell that you were not interested in what she was discussing, but more interested in the jealousness that took over me. I could see it, from the frequent glances and smirks you sent across to me with every phony joke she made. We were not even an item, we had never talked like that before, yet jealousness burned inside of me, and you enjoyed every bit of it.