He chose to celebrate my birthday in the most unusual way.
By making me hear his name through the phone—spoken by a cop—he helped me break the bond I had to him.
He did the lowest he could ever do.
There it was, an angelic mask was fallen off fully and it was made of glass.
Now no Japanese technique can mend it.
This is him.
Following his daddy’s commands at the age of 31.
It is pathetic, I am truly sorry for him.
He needs to obey his daddy to “fight” me.
I don’t care about him anymore.
I won’t fight his old parents.
They can’t race my life energy.
And I will enjoy anything that will follow-
The bad as well.
I admit- I enjoy winning every game I play in,
Or being dragged into those games by force.
I embrace all the chaos life brings.
Give the chaos to me,
And let me swallow it at once.
He knows that I can’t be defeated with brute force,
or enforcements.
Yet his father still can’t accept that
I am stronger than all of them.
Yet he still obeys his father,
Like a loyal German Shepherd-
can’t distinguish between the humanistic psychotherapist
and the positive punishment utiliser, cruel behaviourist scientist.
He has learned to obey.
I am sorry for him still.
Wish he was a Lion,
Independent and free to love what his heart truly loved.
I am sorry that his father did not let him love nor live.
Today, he gave me his best present ever-
the present of setting me free of,
unconditional love.
My heart is free of chains, again.
Yet he is chained with his parents’ desires all around.
PS. I wish he had chosen the civil way not the offensive way. Not that I am hurt, but that he’ll be hurt…
I still am sorry for his unfulfilled desires. But the war is accepted on the offences. Just like Atatürk did to Anzac soldiers, his losses will be respected in the land of my generous heart. 🖤
Tell his mama that sent his son from a gigantic love to a cruel war, his heart is now lying in the bosom of my past and in peace.
Gündem / Agenda 