Dark Poems and Inner Thoughts (Vol.2)

Untitled (from The Story of me)

This is a piece of my story, a sadly written one. Thats all I have left to say, please enjoy.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. (Moulin Rouge) These are words I've lived by for many years now. Every song from that film, ever characters' cries, ever closing curtain meant something to me. That film taught me of how beautiful love can be, but also how cruel and painful the experience is. One may love something or someone with everything in them, it may be a power so strong and so vibrant it brings color back into the world. For me, color came and left as those from the past used me and left.

After Sebastians assumed afair with Elizabeth I still had hope for love. I stll went out into this dark emotionless world searching for something. I was stupid to believe someone could love me, a naive child with stupid dreams of love and passion. These things, concepts, were dead. There is no love, there is no passion, there are only words of false sincerity. This lesson was taught to me time and time again, and yet I wasn't finished believing there was something good in this world.

There is no love, here. I have learned this now, as I am not meant for love. As sad as it seems love is not meant for me. I gave up, finally after so many tears just yesterday. There was no color, what life took from me once again will never be given back. Even if it goes return the slighted bit of color to me, it wont stay long. The hindu courtesan was not given any other choice, but to be tangled in a life. I, the penniless sittar player was left alone, ride of my rediculous obsession with love. The worst had finally been done. I broke.

There is nothing left of me now, no smile to cover up my pain. Theres just endless cries and panicked nights with little air reaching my tired lungs. I am surrounded by the wrong people to care. I am, alone. All I am left to do is share my stories of life, truth, certain beauty anf above all things; love. Its the one concept I was never meant to have, though I still long for it with every fiber in my being. I was created to be in pain for the rest of my life.

That is just how my story was meant to be.