first nature is sadness and
second nature is you.
once the second nature dies
the first nature returns.
primary being.
where I am sad.

you came as a habit that stuck
you left like a part of me being ripped away
return second nature
come back

please?

I don't want you to be his,I don't want anyone around,except for me and some of your friends.I don't want you to go in any relation with any other guy except for me.
You ask me the reasons why I don't let you with any other guy?Here you are,I don't let you go because I'm **** insecure and scared that what if that guy takes my place? what if he makes you fall in love with him? what if he makes you more happy? Moreover, I don't want you with any other guy because I can't see you both especially you building up a bond with him,a strong bond, which shares love,happiness,tears,secrets and jokes. I can't hear you saying any guy "I love you". I'll die at that day, when your gaze will meet any other's guy sharing some small secrets which we share. I don't want you to be anyone else because I can't see you kissing his cheeks, and brushing his hair with your fingers. I can't see you both talking every night, every day telling how much you love each other. I can't bear watching you, going out on dates with him, sitting in a warm atmosphere and sharing some cute jokes. I can't see him giving you the warmth in his arms. I cant see him giving you his jacket in cold evenings. I can't see him holding your face and then kissing your forehead. I can't see you holding his hand on the paths your scared to take. I can't see you both travelling the world, and then taking pictures and then uploading it on the internet. I can't see you stroking his cheeks calling him cute. I can't see you both sharing food, I can't see you making him eat by your own hands. I don't want you to update him when its raining, I can't see you both dancing in the rain. I can't see when he'all put arms around your waist, and introduce you to his mates, I can't hear him calling you his girl in front of everyone. I can't see you both watching those sunsets and sunrises together. I can't see youu being shared, can't see you spending your nights in his arms.
  I know I'm being selfish here but I love you so much that I can't see you with any other guy, and for this I'm trying my best to satisfy your needs. I'm trying to give me each and every second to you. I'm trying to love you at my best and at my worst. I promise you one thing , I won't ever stop loving you and I won't ever let you down. you won't ever regret loving this loser.

If I gave you a minute,

a second, a week.

An hour, a month.

And if you loose it,

there is no way to get it back.

So use it wisely.

Putting others first

can mean a good friend

but it is cursed.

It makes you blend,

teaching your friends the worst

putting you second, becomes their thirst.

I’m tired of being second best.
I’m tired of being the one you call at midnight
Wanting to rant and rave about life
And all your ******* ****!

What happened to calling up friends just to say “hey”?
What happened to calling up someone just to tell them you miss them?
What happened to all the good times?
What happened to make me your diary?

I’m tired of being needed only when something goes wrong.
I’m tired of hearing about all your problems!
I’m so ******* tired of texts and calls without so much as a “hi”
I’m tired of you complaining and never taking my advice.

When you can take me seriously
As a friend and a confidante;
When you can take my advice
Rather than coming back with the same complaints again and again;
When you can treat me as a person
And not an emotional punching bag;
Then I might consider letting you back in.

I don’t want to be second best anymore
I don’t want to come after all your issues
But I can’t change the fact that that’s the way you see me.

I’m done with trying to fix things for you
I’m done trying to help you
If you can’t fix yourself and your own problems
Then there’s nothing left for me to say.

When you keep coming back wanting new advice for the same thing
Over and over, there’s nothing I else I can do.
I’ve given you all I have
But you throw it back in my face
So here’s to the end
The end of me being second best to all your problems.

The movie speaks
In silence screams
That encapsulates the feeling of the moment.
A black and white
Scene plays out
And I see the sorrow pour.

The reflection of the many lives that costed during
The era
Reflects on the black and white dots
That move around on my screen.

Wilhelm.
******.
Mussolini.
Gallipoli.
The Somme.

It's funny how they don't speak
But the black and white dots that
Dance
And flickers on my screen,
Tells the unfortunate story
Of the contextual history

That lies behind,
The black and white dots that
Strafes on my screen.