Sometimes I need to show some gratitude to Love and Experiences. 

She would look into the direction of his neighborhood, as she drove past it, feeling 

Sad. Or at least that “ah, yeah that one from that time”… and rather than feeling indifferent, being sad for a bit was the better option. I think.

I don’t know. It was some kind of internal theatrical conflict to give the years she was with him a bit of value, out of respect for Love.

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You are your own Man

When you roam around 

This crowded Earth

Alone, 

You are your own Man.

It is part of your defence.

Your female instincts 

Are suppressed 

Until they are needed.

Once you find a partner,

The one you can proudly call 

Your Man,

Your defences

are disassembled.

Your feminine self

Is born 

To coalesce with

Your live personality.*

*This piece does not indicate that a Man is necessarily stronger than a Woman. It is more focused on the fact that when you are finally in a relationship, it is okay to depend on the partner you have willingly chosen. Ofcourse you still remain the strong independent woman you are. Your feminine side is the added factor here. 

Life is a struggle

Her scorching scream

Is as silent as death.

A crusade 

Within her conscious

In black and white form.

Fighting the polluted air

Reaching anyone 

But those who cannot hear.

Her throat is bleeding

The harder she tries.

But that is reality, it seems.

You cannot voice everything

You want to express. 

You cannot word the feelings 

The way it exists within you.

She might not be able to scream 

As she would prefer

But she will sigh

Until she can roar

Like the Lioness that she is.

Leftovers

You construct 

Your own figure

Individuality

Nature.

You present yourself

To this world

And creatures that live in it.

Some assent with the person you are.

Some toy with you and your emotions,

And as they trifle, 

Your personality adjusts.

The pieces of the puzzles 

Of these situations

Are rearranged

To help you strive and overcome.

But even if the puzzles seem to fade

And you adapt 

With whatever is left 

In your life

One piece of each event

Remains.

A default. 

A reminder.

A leftover that will not rot

To protect you.