Your SandCastle
You held me. You called it love.
You loved me so much it hurt.
Was it love , really?
You made me. You built me. “A SandCastle”
You didn\'t like it. You stood up and kicked it over to start again. However, you can\'t start again. You leave the pile of sand and go. You come home to it everyday . You don\'t like it but it is there. It attempts in rebuilding itself but you laugh, you’re the tide coming in. When YOU mess up, When you need something to break. You go for the little SandCastle. It’s just a pile of sand to you . Worthless right?
You see with your eyes . People say you have a pair on the back of your head as well, and you do.
However, you see the things you wanna see. If you were like the others you would see the pain.
You want to get rid of the Castle, But you can\'t. It was a mistake right?
First you were excited. You were the little one running to your parent asking, “Do you like it?”. You\'re the kid and the “Parent” that is you too. You would have liked it but Unfortunately you see differently. Your sight is corrupted.
Your “Love” hurts. Your love is Purple, Black, and Blue. You don\'t care either. You hurt the little SandCastle when it “lies”. Funny thing is that you made it a liar. It lied when it went out and bragged about you, about your perfect love. You made it a liar when it so called “Accidentally” was hurt.
That is You !
You tell others you are protecting and preparing your Castle from the ripples later on in life. You don\'t tell them that you are the TSUNAMI.
Your kind is on the news. Tsunamis are dangerous. Oh but remember you don\'t see.
Eventually the little sand castle is weak. Others see that and start building it up again. You are fine with it at first, Until the SandCastle shines and starts making others smile.
You see the SandCastle. “You” see it.
Remember what I said about your sight?
So you build up again. Your black waters swirl and get higher and higher. Then you crash over the castle.
Oh don\'t worry, Don\'t worry. There is no more Purple, Black ,and Blue.
You wanna know why?
There is nothing left. You made a little kid cry when you kicked and hit the SandCastle. You broke it to pieces. It scattered and now each grain of sand is lost amongst the millions of others on that beach.
You! Destroyed it.
You! Ruined it.
It all doesn\'t matter till you come home right? When you walk in and there is no SandCastle to take your “Love” out on.
You can’t see. You can not see what you make things, And You Made Love Hurt!