274 Etceteras
left behind orphans, moms, widows et cetera
who cares et cetera what their names are?
for they're Heroes indeed, Martyrs now et cetera.
**** happens et cetera, "it's common". Why surprised?
I'll give you some examples; China, England et cetera
That's the way the cookie crumbles.
Hope you're safe and sound et cetera
in your warm, cozy et cetera house.
WE et cetera are used to cold stones and mines.
though not stone-cold hearts.



mosquitoism

A colon and a bracket.

A: I don't want to get used to you,
I know I will be the one ending up  d ev a  s  t a t   ed

B: Will that be mutual too? I love you.
Good things happen to those who wait.
You're the good thing.
I will wait.


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         M
              E )


A: Why are you doing this to me?
Why do you want to hurt me this much?

B: I thought you moved on by now.








-mosquitoism-

I want to throw up all my anger
cursing
swearing
wishing you ill
Then I soothe myself thinking
you're already punished
by being yourself;
your
ruthless
sadistic
evil-hearted self.





-mosquitoism-

I don't understand how people can be so harsh and crude. I do not understand why anyone should want to hurt one another... I guess I am just too naive and stupid when it comes to human relationships.

I haven't felt  this humiliated and insulted before in my life. Or maybe I had, but in time I've forgotten all of it. I know, life goes on, one way or another but how am I going to deal with these feelings at the moment? Typical me, I take the blame over the mistakes we made. Yet I keep asking myself; what have I done to deserve this? What could I possibly have done that makes him want to hurt me this much? Yes, this is about an insignificant other. I never share my private issues publicly, but this time if I don't get things off my chest, If I don't talk or write about it, simply put I will explode.

The whole story is long and not worth telling at all. It's such a ridiculous situtation that no poem can be written about it. It has so much ugliness in it yet I was still trying to look on the bright side of it, trying to see even the beauty in that shady, unholy thing that now I am ashamed to have called "love". Oh, how I decieved myself. How I made him up inside my head.I guess, after all I am the one to blame.

I had the most tender and innocent feelings, all shattered now and I don't know what to do with these pieces. No, it's not me, I am just one of the many he used and betrayed in his way, on his way.

Heal; it takes time. I'll just go back to my dark, cynical, isolated world, I should have never left there anyway.


mosquitoism.