{ Prologue : A legal form to respect the wishes of a patient not to undergo CPR or advanced cardiac life support if their heart were to stop.}
{A relationship's monologue }
When do you
know its over?
When do you
stop being a pushover?
When do you
stop pushing yourself into the same dark ditch
When do you realize it’s the same wound,and once again you need a stitch
Wrapped
around by astronomical ego,The individualistic mess
The bubble
is bound to burst from the twin
obsessions’ coarseness
Under the
human tendencies of infidelity and mistrusts
Under the
pressure of seeking constant childish attention,it rusts
Life in its
twisted sense of humor finds love,that one sunny-dark soul
People with
innate mad urge of masochism,start exhausting their hearts as embers of coal
I am formed
in painful devilish delight and a sweet tingling
torment
Too hard to
let go,too painful to relent
They are
too demanding ,They are too harsh
They want
lovely lilies and dandy daffodils in the marsh
They ask
for sunflowers and a blue-moon at once
I’m meek
yet I’m strong; I survive on this strange precarious balance
I know
love’s dark magic;blinded and dumb,I still embark
When the
whole world is rejoicing for an event I find myself in the dark
Because of
the exchange of harsh words,and for the things said
I am hurt
more by the the things that are hidden and that remain unsaid
When the
light is fading away,I don’t panic about the dark instead I crave
I walk in
far too deep;I relish the strange high of being in the imposing cave
But then;My
feet have cracked from walking on too many thorns
My ears scaled from ignoring far too many blaring foghorns
I know I cant stay any longer in this darkness
All the
previous sweet nothings have evaporated into nothingness
Constantly
hurt by the truth and pulling myself up
I’m done gulping down the bitter bullets
unconsciously and waking up
And so next
time I’ll be ready with a smile on my face for your gambit
I’ll relish
that one last love lash,that one last blinding bullet
With my
chin held high ,just to show that I tried,each time even harder
But each and
every time you only made me weaker and far weaker
And all
that was ignited has been extinguished again and again
I’m
done waking with a shock back into life with your conceited love’s bargain
I've bled and you each delighted in your own egoistic triumphs,and you still are
But I’m
done, I’m done now and I've signed my DNR
