Hate This Thing Call Love...
I sit in my bunk wondering whether I’ve done the right thing. In fact have the decisions I’ve made in life ever ‘Right’ for me...
As the thought lingers, I came face to face with memories of my past... time with ex-lovers , those coulda woulda shoulda moments & the famous Shakespeare finale, Tragedy!
Tragedy seems to have been the main episode of my life. One after another I see myself fall from what I proclaim as victory. Pounded to the ground hard & minced like beef.
Indeed I am tired. I am definitely exhausted by the constant nature of my love life. *inhales & exhales deeply*. But when will I ever call it quits? When do you say enough is enough?
It doesn’t happen quite often this thing you call LOVE. You embrace it wholeheartedly; unaware of the trap you are in. It seems to have promised eternal bliss. It may cease to be a trap, if life works out for you but if doesn’t its treacherous.
Sigh.sigh. Hate this thing call love...
