" Love is really just a game: who posses who and who dominates who. People use sex as a way to manipulate, which is part of the game. People are confusing sex and its lust for Love or they use it as a band aid to make themselves feel better, to give each other the illusion of closeness.
Sex can destroy an entire life. It can crush a little girl’s heart forever.
People play not to fell a thing but, inside, they hurt. They hurt so bad, they run around to find their next victim to numb their agony.
I am yet to experience true Love which comes form one’s soul and the Universe. Until now, it’s only been a illusion: I’ll show you the best of me. I’ll pretend to be someone I am not in order to get you and once I have you, I’ll drop the mask. You’ll be surprised. You won’t recognise me.It’ll be too late and too painful to leave because you’ll be so in love with the person you thought I was. You’ll stay just in case this person you once knew comes bak, even for a few hours.
You’ll also pretend to be someone you are not. You might even notice it. Suddenly, you’ll wake up and you won’t recognise yourself. You’ll look in the mirror, asking yourself who this person is.
So, no, i don’t believe in Love. I refuse to be part of this charade.
I am tired of playing games. I am tired of hiding behind my pain. I am tired of my controlling behaviour. I know what to say and what to do to hurt people who hurt, I am also tired of that.
These games were the ones played by my family. I now want to experience other things. Things that will lift me up because, I know deep down I am more than this player with a broken heart.