the girl with the broken heart..

"Women are made to be loved, not understood." - Oscar Wilde

How broken is she really? Deep inside? Who's scarred her so harshly that she covers up each and everyday with more make-up or cuter clothes? Picture the girl who pretends everything is alright, everything is fine; she carries herself with the facade of safety, the facade of a cheerleader, a hard hitting business owner, a mother of two, or a girlfriend who poses as strong and independent. So many gorgeous and beautiful women I've met, so many that I know and many of whom hide behind something. They're not all there and you can always pick out the truth, though once in awhile you're blinded by that smile.

You're not sure if it's real or fake at times, but the glow in her eyes tell the truth. Gentlemen I'm going to explain something to you; we are a hurtful species, we run around pounding our chest and conquering whatever we want, whatever shines in our eye. We take and take and never consider the possibility of, "perhaps it was too much." I have been there in my youth, I've been irresponsible in relationships in which I have always considered myself. Time moves forward however; and that woman you've found, that girl you made smile once, just seems to get up and leave, she won't put up with it, not with the hurt you've bestowed upon her.

As she smiles at me I stare in her eyes and I'm wondering what she's thinking of; whether or not I'm just another guy who's going to break her heart, destroy her emotions, treat her like her father or ex had so long ago: like she was worthless, a piece of meat perhaps, something to fuck maybe. I can never fathom the darkest reaches of a torn woman's mind, it's a deep hole which they choose to keep hidden from all, a hole covered up by veils and sheets.

I wish I could change so much about people I've met, and I don't mean change them specifically. I dare say that I wish I could play God and destroy all the bad things that have ever happened to so many close to me, but some how some way I would keep them the same. They wouldn't have any recollection of these horrific events, they would have peace. None of that probably didn't make any sense.. Honestly maybe at this point I'm just rambling..



"I wish I could save the world.. With anything to start just remember to treat her like you would lose her the next day. Treat her like tomorrow you would wake up next to nothing rather than something. Treat her Gentlemen the way a woman deserves to be treated. Chivalry does not have to be dead." - Ryan D.