Uneasy Hearts Weigh the Most

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andyfuckinguyen:            Of the norm, I’ve been restless throughout my life. My eyes dilate as trouble approaches and My hair grays as I go about furthering my ambition. As I understood more and more of the little sentiments that life had to offer, I was often captivated by the idea of intimacy and affection. However, just as time is lost, intellect is gained.                       From a logical standpoint, I saw love, compassion as a waste of time. Something that always came to an definite end. And a painful end at best, tears are shed, and trust becomes mutilated beyond recognition. I’ve always asked myself, “why would anyone want to put themselves through this, what do you gain from setting yourself up for failure over and over again?”     From that point on, I mutilated the perception of affection and love so it would only work towards my advantage. If I was a savage beast, and love was a helpless victim, I would have blood spilled ten-fold on my behalf. As I trend deeper and deeper into the abyss, I almost lost myself. Furthermore, I was pleased with who I was until that one moment, everything just clicked.    It was as if some cruel god waited until I was in too deep to save myself, knowing that if I was any more of a fool, I was destined to be struck down with karma’s vengeance. I pleaded with my chances asking for another to understand what I deemed unworthy before. Just as I walked away from Armageddon abused and battered, a new light appeared.       I surrendered my daunting beliefs and focused on nothing more than slumber. Unconscious to who I was, dreaming towards who I am and with. You see, even though she witnessed my own monstrosity towards others, she believed there was still good within me. Perhaps she’s a fool for believing that she could change me into a better man. However, I gave it a chance, attempting to understand differently what I couldn’t comprehend before. Eventually, she grew on me. Her traits became something I fell for and I found myself rising towards her expectations wanting more than just her approval. I wanted to make her happy, going out of my own way just make her day a little brighter.  I found myself at her mercy now and I was worrisome of losing her. As I lie in slumber next to her presence, I realized I wouldn’t have it any other way.          Her lips grazed my forehead and clung onto the curvatures of my body, molding just perfectly against her own. She held on tight as if the world wasn’t holding her down anymore, I was.              

andyfuckinguyen:

           Of the norm, I’ve been restless throughout my life. My eyes dilate as trouble approaches and My hair grays as I go about furthering my ambition. As I understood more and more of the little sentiments that life had to offer, I was often captivated by the idea of intimacy and affection. However, just as time is lost, intellect is gained.

                      From a logical standpoint, I saw love, compassion as a waste of time. Something that always came to an definite end. And a painful end at best, tears are shed, and trust becomes mutilated beyond recognition. I’ve always asked myself, “why would anyone want to put themselves through this, what do you gain from setting yourself up for failure over and over again?”

    From that point on, I mutilated the perception of affection and love so it would only work towards my advantage. If I was a savage beast, and love was a helpless victim, I would have blood spilled ten-fold on my behalf. As I trend deeper and deeper into the abyss, I almost lost myself. Furthermore, I was pleased with who I was until that one moment, everything just clicked. 

  It was as if some cruel god waited until I was in too deep to save myself, knowing that if I was any more of a fool, I was destined to be struck down with karma’s vengeance. I pleaded with my chances asking for another to understand what I deemed unworthy before. Just as I walked away from Armageddon abused and battered, a new light appeared.

      I surrendered my daunting beliefs and focused on nothing more than slumber. Unconscious to who I was, dreaming towards who I am and with. You see, even though she witnessed my own monstrosity towards others, she believed there was still good within me.

Perhaps she’s a fool for believing that she could change me into a better man. However, I gave it a chance, attempting to understand differently what I couldn’t comprehend before. Eventually, she grew on me. Her traits became something I fell for and I found myself rising towards her expectations wanting more than just her approval. I wanted to make her happy, going out of my own way just make her day a little brighter.  I found myself at her mercy now and I was worrisome of losing her. As I lie in slumber next to her presence, I realized I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

        Her lips grazed my forehead and clung onto the curvatures of my body, molding just perfectly against her own. She held on tight as if the world wasn’t holding her down anymore, I was.