Mathematics defines circle as a locus of all points equidistant from the centre.
Feelings have a circle of their own. A vicious one if you let it . What you get is slowly what you start giving away. You're taught to rise above, to know better but feelings , they have a circle of their own. Got shouted at by your boss? You may possibly come home and complete the circle by yelling at someone innocent for no reason. Got walked all over on, possibility is you've learnt to treat others that way too. That heart you still feel broken, possibility is, you've broken a few of your own trying to patch up this one. You see , a circle. You go round and round ,days , weeks ,months and possibly years without maybe realising that the person you didn't want to be , is now a little bit of you. As morbid as it sounds, there's always a way.
I'm not a geometry wizard but if it's all the same,if the distance from the centre that's your being is the same ,then there's hope.
You are a point. And so long as you are a point, you are inifnite. You can be anything. Choose. Step out of the circle. And just be Because if it's all the same, why be them when you can be you.
//When they are both from Venus // . . She's dried the tears he left on your face and you've heard her smiles stretch across her eyes ,you've seen it all.
Her ex is a nagging scratch on your friend's heart's wall and even when she's put up a new painting, you see the nasty scar, the efforts it took to paint the wall ,you've seen it all.
She's shared the dreams she carried with her sober and shared drunk . You've heard and understood them, been the loudest cheerleader, you, you've heard them all.
You've stayed awake on nights you heard her feelings shatter and howl and you've been the dreamcatcher to your nightmares. You snatched them all.
On days she held on to her body gingerly looking at it through the blanket of her insecurities, you've seen her and told her the truth over a phone call, that she's a goddess and that the man who gets her will have it all.
You've seen her on the days she has grey clouds looming over her worried head and you've heard her and shared memes and silly anecdotes and anything that will extract a laugh or a smile or a glimmer of hope, anything at all.