In still pain, spring love

Don’t blame yourself for loving someone who couldn’t recognize love, don’t blame yourself for inventing someone who didn’t exist, don’t blame yourself for giving in to the madness of seeing a weird painting where there’s just a stain.

Perception sometimes fails, collides, loses tone and clarity. She is crushed and deceived by a whirlwind of feelings. But now it is necessary to know how to handle the wound. That stagnant water, resting on the edge of the eyes, must disappear.

  • There’s no point in thinking we’re all the same and we’re going to do the same.
  • It’s no use thinking that love doesn’t exist and it’s not for you.
  • This nonsense everyone says in the face of disappointment.

Now it’s time to empty your chest and reject resentment because in pain again there is no love, it’s time to shake your heart and aeer your skin, get rid of gestures that don’t move the soul, because what’s not deep is not worth cultivating.

You liked a twisted soul. He planted love in an empty heart, which only had a beautiful facade, the interior was unproductive and dry, full of enclosed windows, stones and dead gardens, his love was turned off. This is not the case with souls who have the gift of a prey.

But enough tears, no more handkerchief and sleepless nights. It’s time to get rid of despair, to throw away that arsenal of bad memories, which is a projection of that lie you told yourself.

You liked a character, a “cute” envelope, with hard shells inside. I know, we usually say that we can like flaws, that we’ll go slowly, that we can deal with a lot of ugly and irritating follies without hurting me?but in a short time the chest bleeds and this encounter that seemed romance takes on the stumbling aspect and not only hurts at this moment, it beats all night, and it becomes routine, and then we curse until the day we left home with the soul so thirsty and eager to love.

You can’t become a tenant in your thoughts or take the place of a rebellious girl in your bed, because in evil there is still no love, not to mention that no pain deserves all this attention, this ritual of suffering to pay homage to a fictional character.

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