"Roses are Red, Violets are Blue... F*** you whore" - 500 Days of Summer
You always see the emotional complication and torment that comes from a heart that has been ripped out juggled and then defecated on. It hurts. It actually is an emotion you can trigger in yourself. Like whenever your mind wanders enough that you imagine someone that you love dearly passing away. This is besides then point. 500 Days of Summer really has an angle put on a broken heart. Thought summer clearly stays honest on the dynamic of what she wants out of this 'relationship'. Maybe we do this sometimes too. Infatuated by the the concept of another human with hips, lips and tits. Blunt? But it can't be denied. These are not the only aspects I must admit. It's the strange formula where you can be so in love yet be dropped so easily. So vunerable yet it's the trust that's put into the other. I guess we understand the risk but in the greater scheme of things it would've been worth it to hurt then to never know.
p.s. this was written on my ipod so the format isn't very neat. just a rant.
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