Say Goodbye and Go

I’ve been standing in your field of roses for too long.
I love you and it hurts me but I didn’t mind.
Your thorns were digging onto my skin, holding me down.
Soon I’ll be drowning in my own pool of blood.

I love you, but I’ll say goodbye and go.

Don’t hold me down in your field of roses,
So that you can come and see me when you feel like it,
I’m not a rose, I’m your lover.
Don’t say you love me if you don’t have me by your side.

I love you, but I’ll say goodbye and go.

Don’t keep me in that thorny field in your heart,
So that you can leave me and go back to me,
I’m hurt, but I’m your lover.
Don’t say you love me because you settle for me.

I love you, but I’ll say goodbye and go.

If you really love me then fight for me,
Walk through this field of roses and find me,
Save me from these stabbing thorns so I can be by your side.
Or I’ll leave and keep these wounds forever.

I love you, but I’ll say goodbye and go.

Don’t love me because I can love you like this.
Boy, you don’t get more excuses.
Don’t love me because I’m your last option.
Love me because I make you a better person.

I love you, but I’ll say goodbye and go.
I love you, so I’ll say goodbye and go.
____________________________________________
Because I have to stand my ground.

Advertisements
Say Goodbye and Go

Masochism

Masochism.
“The enjoyment of what appears to be painful or tiresome.”

Why do people reject the idea of being a masochist?
We hurt ourselves unintentionally to feel better about ourselves.
Everyone is unconsciously being a masochist.
In this case, especially females.

All the things we do for beauty.

We put eyeliner on our eyes,
we curl our lashes,
we put contact lenses in our eyes,
we rip/shave/wax our facial and body hair – which grow on certain parts for a reason, by the way,
we cover all our facial imperfections, and contour it again,
we curl and straighten our hair,
we spend time to “look natural”.

Nothing wrong with this, but, it sounds like an act of masochism for me.

All the things we do for good physique.

We diet,
we blame ourselves when we eat too much,
we ignore those sweet cravings,
we feel bad and punish ourselves when we eat something we shouldn’t,
we spend hours and hours in the gym,
we ignore the aching and screaming muscles, but
we never get satisfied with our looks.

Nothing wrong with this, but, it sounds like an act of masochism for me.

All the things we do for love.

We learn how to cook or bake – and some other “accidents” and “failures” in the process,
we push ourselves to be a better person,
we sacrifice the things we love to be with that person,
we worry if this love will be returned, or at least be worth it,
we separate from our friends just to be with that person,
we cry and hurt just to be able to feel the love.

Nothing wrong with this, but, seriously, doesn’t it sound like an act of masochism?

——-

Disclaimer: Before anyone thinks and comments that these don’t apply to them, this is just a general idea that popped in my mind when I was talking to some of my friends. Some of these don’t apply to my situation as well.

Masochism