If only I could put in words how much I hate her right now.
If only I could put in words how much I hate him right now.

I might use the word ‘hate’ to express my dislike in general, but I don’t usually mean it in the literal sense. However, this time I mean it; I mean it in every possible way. Call me bitter, call me a child, call me a bitch. I don’t care.

Hatred is a wasted emotion, but I can’t help but feel this way.

I want to cry.
I want to scream.
I want to laugh.

I want peace of mind.

What’s going to happen now?!

Leaving you with Mon Amie La Rose by Francoise Hardy. It’s an absolutely beautiful French song from the 70s, and the lyrics are sad, yet very beautiful. You’ll find the French and English lyrics at the end of the post (the second verse is my favourite). Enjoy.

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Refrain: On est bien peu de chose  Et mon amie la rose  Me l’a dit ce matin.	Chorus:  We are truly insignificant And that’s what my friend the rose Told me this morning
Couplet I -  A l’aurore je suis née  Baptisée de rosée. Je me suis épanouie Heureuse et amoureuse Aux rayons du soleil Me suis fermée la nuit Me suis réveillée vieille.  Pourtant j’étais très belle  Oui, j’étais la plus belle  Des fleurs de ton jardin.	Verse 1: I was born at dawn Baptised in dew I blossomed In the rays of the sun Happy and in love I closed my petals at night And when I awoke I was old. Yet I had been beautiful Yes, I was the most beautiful Of all the flowers in your garden
Refrain II -  On est bien peu de chose  Et mon amie la rose  Me l’a dit ce matin.	Chorus: as before
Couplet II -  Vois le Dieu qui m’a faite  Me fait courber la tête,  Et je sens que je tombe  Et je sens que je tombe  Mon coeur est presque nu,  J’ai le pied dans la tombe, Déjà je ne suis plus. Tu m’admirais que hier Et je serais poussière  Pour toujours demain.	Verse 2 See, the God that made me Now makes me bow my head And I feel I’m falling And I feel I’m falling My heart is almost bare I have a foot in my grave Already I am nothing You admired me only yesterday And I shall be dust Forever, tomorrow
Refrain III -  On est bien peu de chose  Et mon amie la rose  Est morte ce matin.	Chorus: We are truly insignificant And my friend the rose  Died this morning
Couplet III -  La lune cette nuit  A veillé mon amie  Moi en rêve j’ai vu  Eblouissante et nue  Son âme qui dansait  Bien au-delà des nues Et qui me souriait.  Crois celui qui peut croire.  Moi, j’ai besoin d’espoir,  Sinon je ne suis rien.	Verse 3 Last night the moon Kept vigil over my friend And in a dream I saw Her soul, dancing Dazzling and naked, Above the heavens, Smiling on me. Let those who can, believe But I need Hope Or else I am nothing