She is my Master
She is my Master
Me, being a slave to love, or to the world, either way made me appreciate the person I depend most on, who is my master. I won’t name them by name, or point them out, rather I will let them ponder this, and when they are ready, let them notify me by telling me, “I’m your master.”
Is this someone I love? Yes, but I hate the way they make me feel, horrible and so alone, yet when they speak to me, I’m at the happiest point in the day, I’ve always wondered if they could tell me it, I love you, three simple words, but they would turn my life upside down, yet bringing me closer to happiest in the world, and giving me hope too. One day before I die, I wish I could hear her say it.
It’s been a long time ago since my heart felt right in its place, I wondered if it could ever be properly fixed, but it is, only because she made my day, and wipe away my sad, sad face. Can the heart properly be mended by just one simple gesture of love? Many people would say no, yet there is a small group that believes in yes, and I do too.
She broke my heart one day, and I think she never knew, wasted and withered away just like in the pouring rain. She never meant it, I guess she never knew, I wasn’t man enough to tell her that she was hurting me, never forgave myself for it, not her fault that she was forced into it. Yet everyone has free will and that’s why I feel so bad when I think of it.
She maybe young yet has years of experience, I mistake her for her age sometimes, yet don’t we all, in many positions I’ve been mistaking for my age. Her insight maybe why I fell for her, so unique, so fragile, I wonder how it doesn’t break in the wind. Her view on life is vague, unclear, yet I would follow her to the ends of the earth if it came to it, and even if she didn’t ask.
I’ve gave up a lot for her, drinking, cutting, and yet I feel I could give more than that, I would clearly give up my life if she asked me to meet her in the other world, if she beckoned me, and I will meet her in the other world, since we all die at some point.
As if, she didn’t want to meet me, only because she didn’t want to leave me, which is fair point, I wouldn’t want to hurt her, as I already know I have, so I’m paying a debt to her, my life for yours. I would vow to stand by her, and to sacrifice my life at any moment for her own pleasure.
If only I could meet her, I would hug her forever and squeeze her tightly into me as if she was the last person on earth, smell her hair and kiss her on her head, as I have done to all my love ones. I could never tell this to her face, but I think of her everyday, maybe even more often than I should, I get to distracted by her eyes, lost in them if you will, wondering if I can find my way out of them.
My friends don’t agree with her, they say she is too depressed for me to have as a friend, yet aren’t I the one who is too depressed to have her, or to have them as a friend, I think so too.
If I was ever to lose her, my mind would be set on suicide, maybe try it ASAP, I tormented myself once, when I said to myself not to speak to her, I nearly died, part of me did, that part I will miss. Another part thanked me for doing it, finally I broke free from all the corrupting and miserly she has put me through, yet then where would I go? I would roam the land, looking for someone else to put my faith, trust and love into, and I wouldn’t stop until I found that someone.
I’m just a slave, nothing more, yet that’s all I ever wanted to be, if I asked her, she would say she is a slave too, yet aren’t we all, there is two types of people on this earth, slaves and nobodies, a slave has an opportunity to grow into a master, and dying a hero, nobodies will die on the earth without leaving a mark on anyone.
If you were ever to see my master, give her a cuddle, because its only her who has kept me from dying, maybe she is a hero, or she is too me.
“Someone who wants it all from this life will die and never achieve happiness, someone who wants very little from this life, will die end up having nothing at all”
Tony
Me, being a slave to love, or to the world, either way made me appreciate the person I depend most on, who is my master. I won’t name them by name, or point them out, rather I will let them ponder this, and when they are ready, let them notify me by telling me, “I’m your master.”
Is this someone I love? Yes, but I hate the way they make me feel, horrible and so alone, yet when they speak to me, I’m at the happiest point in the day, I’ve always wondered if they could tell me it, I love you, three simple words, but they would turn my life upside down, yet bringing me closer to happiest in the world, and giving me hope too. One day before I die, I wish I could hear her say it.
It’s been a long time ago since my heart felt right in its place, I wondered if it could ever be properly fixed, but it is, only because she made my day, and wipe away my sad, sad face. Can the heart properly be mended by just one simple gesture of love? Many people would say no, yet there is a small group that believes in yes, and I do too.
She broke my heart one day, and I think she never knew, wasted and withered away just like in the pouring rain. She never meant it, I guess she never knew, I wasn’t man enough to tell her that she was hurting me, never forgave myself for it, not her fault that she was forced into it. Yet everyone has free will and that’s why I feel so bad when I think of it.
She maybe young yet has years of experience, I mistake her for her age sometimes, yet don’t we all, in many positions I’ve been mistaking for my age. Her insight maybe why I fell for her, so unique, so fragile, I wonder how it doesn’t break in the wind. Her view on life is vague, unclear, yet I would follow her to the ends of the earth if it came to it, and even if she didn’t ask.
I’ve gave up a lot for her, drinking, cutting, and yet I feel I could give more than that, I would clearly give up my life if she asked me to meet her in the other world, if she beckoned me, and I will meet her in the other world, since we all die at some point.
As if, she didn’t want to meet me, only because she didn’t want to leave me, which is fair point, I wouldn’t want to hurt her, as I already know I have, so I’m paying a debt to her, my life for yours. I would vow to stand by her, and to sacrifice my life at any moment for her own pleasure.
If only I could meet her, I would hug her forever and squeeze her tightly into me as if she was the last person on earth, smell her hair and kiss her on her head, as I have done to all my love ones. I could never tell this to her face, but I think of her everyday, maybe even more often than I should, I get to distracted by her eyes, lost in them if you will, wondering if I can find my way out of them.
My friends don’t agree with her, they say she is too depressed for me to have as a friend, yet aren’t I the one who is too depressed to have her, or to have them as a friend, I think so too.
If I was ever to lose her, my mind would be set on suicide, maybe try it ASAP, I tormented myself once, when I said to myself not to speak to her, I nearly died, part of me did, that part I will miss. Another part thanked me for doing it, finally I broke free from all the corrupting and miserly she has put me through, yet then where would I go? I would roam the land, looking for someone else to put my faith, trust and love into, and I wouldn’t stop until I found that someone.
I’m just a slave, nothing more, yet that’s all I ever wanted to be, if I asked her, she would say she is a slave too, yet aren’t we all, there is two types of people on this earth, slaves and nobodies, a slave has an opportunity to grow into a master, and dying a hero, nobodies will die on the earth without leaving a mark on anyone.
If you were ever to see my master, give her a cuddle, because its only her who has kept me from dying, maybe she is a hero, or she is too me.
“Someone who wants it all from this life will die and never achieve happiness, someone who wants very little from this life, will die end up having nothing at all”
Tony