ThisIsYourConscienceSpeaking

This Is Your Conscience Speaking

Defying loved ones to best hide your own selfish insecurities.
Why do you have to be so irritating?
Your attitude toward others is most repugnant.
That’s why you are pitied.
People feel sorry for you because you are weak.
You are a burden to the ones you care about most.
Why do you feel the need to deny everything?
Be honest to yourself, even if it hurts!
You’re helpless.
You’re hopeless.
You have nothing left but agony and regret.
Face it, you’re lost.
Break down and cry because the world hates you.
Get used to it, you’re hated.
You’re only hated because you are hate.
You don’t let people in, so they get tired and give up on you.
Why must you shut people out?
Why do you lock yourself in?
What are you so fucking afraid of?
Getting hurt?
Too late!
Not only are you hurting yourself, but you’re hurting others by denying them!
You don’t even give people a chance.
You don’t know what trust is, so people can’t get to know you.
You push them away too soon.
You say you know what love is, but do you?
Love is trust, the ultimate friendship.
An intimacy of the mind, combined into one remarkable sensation of passion.
Physical attraction has nothing to do with love.
Love can be shared with the ugly and obscene, with the unpretty and the fake.
Love is real, un-materialized.
Unexplainable, unethical, logic defying, and painful.
It cannot be measured, it cannot be judged.
It cannot be stated as a fact, but as a dream.
Broken in its’ glory, shattered in its’ fame.
Love itself is a waste of time, and yet a moment you wish to never let go of.
The taste of the others’ lips withholds the true answer.
If the taste is foul, they are but a playmate.
If the taste is bitter, it is a stale relationship.
If the taste if tasteless, you hold no feeling for that person.
If the taste is sweet, you have found someone worth devoting thought to.
You cannot tell with your tongue down their throat.
Nor with your hand in their pants.
Only with your lips against theirs and your heart in their hands, can you truly tell.
His lips are sweet, and you cannot deny that.
His eyes are deep with clouded hatred, and sunk with confusion.
But they shine with a dark romance.
His smile brings both fear and lust.
You are fallen and cannot get up.
But do not try; lay beside him in this imaginary fantasy.
Embrace this, and hold onto it while you can.
But if he squirms, release him.
Do not hold him captive, for he is beautiful.
Do not taint his filthy gorgeousness.
When he wants to be free, free him.
If he wants to be held, hold him.
If he wants to be loved, love him, for that you cannot hide from anyone.
You love him, and you trust him.
Don’t let go unless he asks you to…