Even though I know I asked, I thought it might have been otherwise.
I guess it's just another day of unfulfilled promises of "I wills" and "I dos" with a lack of conviction in following through with them.
Sometimes, it's moments like this that remind me that...
"you're clearly scrap metal. Not gold. Not diamond. You're not even semi-precious. Just metal that no one really wants anymore."
Maybe I used to be gold, shiny and valued. Not anymore, not today.
You're not of the same substance or value and least of all, should you expect someone to want anything like that. It's a worthless thing. Costly, with nothing to gain and everything to lose.
Nobody wants scrap metal.
At least no one who has everything going for them.
Only the people who struggle to make ends meet, who've been kicked to the curb... Would look upon such scraps as something of value, of potential sustenance.
The girl wonders, if perhaps, it was deliberate, if perhaps, he didn't know what she really thought or meant... Or if perhaps, she had fallen prey again to words he never meant as the promises she so heard.
As he knows not what her mind holds,
She knows not what his holds.
& so this distance grows...
Eventually into a huge monster - Named pride - that can only be calmed with pangs of guilt & regret.
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