You only really liked your naked body, when he was touching it. You only began to love yourself when he loved you and since he left you forgot how to. You look in the mirror and you barely notice yourself. You begin to play yourself. The 5 songs that you tried soo hard to avoid because of the feeling it gives you. Them songshave now become the songs on repeat. You look through old messages that you should of deleted and now you’re just reminiscing. Your scars reopen and you’re broken again. You’ve gotten yourself through the past few months by using things and people you think you need, but none of that can you distract you anymore. You need to accept, he’s not coming back. The sound of his voice you will eventually forget and his fingerprints will leave your body. All the memories will fade along with the pain. I know it hurts even worse because he’s the only one you’ve opened your palms too, so he could read your past through the creases in them. You let him in and he destroyed you. You’re more stronger than he thought and he thought he could break you down, but he couldn’t have his way with you. That’s strength. Today you may listen to them 5 songs over and over again, you’ll cry but remember tomorrow you will stand again. Even if you don’t, it’s okay because you’re allowed to be upset. You’re allowed to feel hurt. The human mind is not wired to deal with a heart break. It just knows how to survive. And look here you are, surviving ❤
I feel like no matter what I do or what I accomplish,
I am never going to find whatever it is I’m missing.
Or maybe I will find it, the answer is just when?
I think it maybe a type of freedom I’m looking for,
but I still can’t find it despite the fact I’m no longer underneath my parents control.
I can’t find it when I’m drunk.
I dunno what type of out I need but I feel like nothing will be able to give it to me.
I feel like I’m not living life how I should be,
there’s so much others would of accomplished if they were still here living.
My life isn’t some hell on earth
and I don’t mean to portray it like so.
I just don’t understand why things are so difficult for me,
Or maybe I’m making it difficult myself.
Sometimes I feel as though I don’t belong,
Not in a suicidal way.
I just sometimes don’t feel like I’m using it to its full potential, like I’m wasting it.
I know I am in fact but I also know I’ve done things to try prevent it but yet sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in it.
I’m so confused, anxious and overwhelmed about nothing but everything.
I can’t think of a reason but I could list many.
I cant understand myself and why I feel this way.
I feel numb in a certain type of sadness but I also feel numb when I’m not sad at all.
It’s true that if you become one thing for so long, you don’t know how to be anything else.
I know how to be happy within a mood but I don’t know how to be happy.
I know how to laugh and actually mean it but I don’t know how to spend the rest of my life this way.
And I know it’s wrong for me to find an reason for everything but that’s what I do.
and when I can’t figure out a reason, I assume they’re my fault.
I blame myself for things that are completely out of my control.
I’m sensitive I take things so harsh and personally.
I hate this about myself but what can I do, I can’t stop it.
I’m really tired or being tired and I know that cliche but it’s true, I’m always exhausted.
Maybe it’s because my rooms always dark and I always stay in there.
I don’t know sometimes I feel like I’m putting all this on myself,
but if that’s the case wouldn’t I be able to stop it?
I should of made you wait,
I was meant too,
and I did for as long as I can remember.
You see I let you in to my world but that wasn’t enough for you,
Pouring myself out until I was naked
you wanted to be let in somewhere else.
Let’s get this right though,
Cause I remember telling you to wait,
and you didn’t understand why,
Something I could relate too
because I didn’t understand why I’d have to wait hours for a reply.
I’d open up to you and tell you how I feel,
then you’d push me away and say you got a headache
but that headache always seemed to disappear when I was screaming your name.
Crazy that the only time I could moan
was when it was your name.
Silly me – I lit myself on fire to make sure you was warm,
then you wondered why I was burning and the flames seem to bother you.
You told me you never really got feelings
and wasn’t looking for a relationship,
but you seemed to want all of the perks of being one.
I gave you it all and more,
No title involved.
I gave you that feeling
and it might of not been in the right place
but it was enough to keep you running back.
You’d have me round Friday night
because your friends were all with their girlfriends,
but dawn would past
And I wasn’t even good enough to receive a good morning text.
I wasn’t good enough to be taken out in public,
but in private you was all over me.
It’s weird cause I loved the chase,
but it’s like every time I got closer to you,
you’d push me away,
as if I was some sort of disease.
I should of really ran away from you but you was a temporary distraction.
The amount of people that desired what you had,
but I chose you,
and undeserved pain
I guess me letting your cold body touch mine only made me cold.
I Should of made you wait.
Like I was waiting
waiting for you soo long that I no longer know what I am waiting for..
I suppose I just wanted you to be the person that I see in you.
but maybe my sight was unclear and I was seeing wrong.
I never loved with open arms before,
but I did with you.
And you needed me so much,
I stopped giving to myself.
but your pride would allow you to do without me,
if that meant you didn’t crumble,
but i guess it was okay for me to do it for you.
I waited, I did.
Because even though you acted like you don’t need anyone,
I saw the serenity in your body language when we lay together,
and you wanted it like I did.
then when I wasn’t there you lived without me,
cause you are so used to going without,
Or people leaving you
That was never my intention.
Your pride won’t let you say.
Or maybe I’m just seeing things I want to see.
I think hope was the reason I stayed.
no longer can I hold myself back
I can’t keep painting a beautiful image over all your excuses.
How can you chose me, when I don’t even pick me?
Here I was
Taking a bullet for someone who was wearing a bullet proof vest – this is exactly how I loved too hard.
Here I was trying to protect someone who didn’t need protecting.
I should of made you wait the same way I waited.
Just for you to be for me, what I was to you.
I waited, but today I stopped.
I’m sorry it got bad when it was already awful. I don’t know why I let you hold more weight than you can hold, knowing you was already drained and couldn’t bare to lift any of it . I should of never let you cry your self to sleep over people who left because they never knew your worth. I should have reminded you. I don’t know why I even allowed you to settle for someone who continually hurt you and made you believe it was love, as if you couldn’t find better. You’re worth loving, you deserve love. You are loved. You deserve the world. I apologise for allowing people to keep taking from you, when they gave you nothing but disappointment and lies, why I never told you go with your gut feelings, I dunno. I don’t know why I allowed you to blame yourself, knowing you had earthquakes for hands and a heart that beat too loud for something that small. I’m sorry for the days I cared about how you looked in the mirror when you was ill and fighting a battle for me. I wish I would of protected you, from people, viruses and also myself. I’m sorry Depression knocked and I let her in, knowing how weak you was from her last visit. I guess when we built up this wall, we forgot to lock her out. I wish I would of told you -‘this is not the answer’ as you went to the shop to buy alcohol. We already knew the answer wasn’t at the bottom of any of those bottles. I know it got bad, I know you got scared at times. I know you didn’t care if the next day came or not but I’m so proud you’re here today. I’m sorry I made you overthink the simple things instead of letting you enjoy them. I let you question yourself way too much this year but I never meant to. I let you fly but held you back from touching the stars, I promise from today I’ll let go. I promise that from this year forward I’ll give you the strength each day to get out of bed. I will stop making you tolerate anyone or things less than you deserve. You are smart. You are special. You are beautiful. You are essential. I will remember to love you, love you with every ounce of light in me, even when it gets dark.
I’m sorry it got bad every time it got better but I promise you, one day you’ll achieve everything you’ve been fighting for. I promise as we go into this new year that I’ll cloak you with the love they did not take. I promise you, one day you will wake up and it will all be sooo beautiful.
I still remember how you pursued me and how you convinced me that I was the first person you really had proper feelings for since your last, you told me you feared being attached but you could feel yourself falling for me. Then you disappeared for a week, I didn’t know if it was over or if I was just overthinking things. 2 weeks went and you finally reached out and told me you really cared for me but you thought I deserved more than you, that excuse has never made sense to me and it confused me more when a few weeks went and there was this new person on the scene. I just didn’t get how she deserved you more than I did? It just didn’t make sense to me, I deserved a better excuse than ‘You deserve better than me’. How do you know what I deserve? Didn’t you think I deserved to be get the effort and love back,that I gave to you. I deserved to have what i want and what I wanted was you. It may have sounded good in your head but to me it just sounded like ‘I don’t care enough to do better for you’. I deserved better than a ‘you deserve better’ excuse. I remember that day I walked away telling myself I was done I wasn’t going to chase you for anything else especially a heart I thought you had. Months went by and you messaged me, you told me how sorry you was and that you wanted to start over. I remember replying –
you cant just come back to see what you’re missing just because you miss the times I needed you to put be back together. You ruined all these parts of me and I had to put them back together and now you come back like I’m an art piece you have too see. I can’t afford to go through that again
but it was you and I don’t even know how you was able to convince me to come back, its as though I forgot how hard it was to put myself back together. I remember we argued one night and I was yelling about how quick you was too replace me. I told you I felt like I was not good enough. You responded by hugging me tight and telling me I was good enough and you pleaded me to forgive you, telling me you messed up and you was sorry. You told me about your last heartbreak and how much it killed you that you could never go through it again, you made me promise that I would never do the same to you. I promised that I wouldn’t and you knew I always kept to my word, but I should of made you promise me the same too because a months went by and things began to change again, you began to distance yourself. I told you things felt like they was changing, you told me that you didn’t want this anymore, You thought you did but you didn’t. You told me that I was a distraction at one point, but I was starting to become baggage that just began to weigh you down. Again I broke and I was left pick up all the pieces and the only one I could blame is myself. I started to understand why you took so long to respond when I said ‘I love you’ and it began to make sense as to why you you’d sigh when I use to say little things just to gain reassurance and how fucking convenient is it that I’m the only one that can’t seem to forget it all.
So here we are, humans. Our parents told us to be whoever we want to be. They tell us to find ourselves and treat people how we would like to be treated. They tell us to say ‘please’ when we want something and say ‘Thank you’ when people do things such as, open the door for us. So here I am, travelling through life doing what I want taught to do, live my life and be myself. I walk around smiling even when I’m not happy, I try to live my life to the fullest because at the end of the day I’m still alive. Some people may find it weird, that no matter what I’m always happy. I love being free. Every step I take I am moving on in life and its so short but beautiful, but also sometimes hard. But never forget we’re alive. Our path is always taking us somewhere, even if its a dead end. We walk at our own speed, we don’t need signs to tell us how fast we can or can’t go because we are all going at our own pace. Not every dead end road is a bad thing and sometimes your greatest ideas come at a red light. I never want to stop moving. I never want to turn around and go back because the past will always look more wonderful then the present when it is the only thing you think about but once you start to think about the present and the future, without looking back, things start happening. You can’t move forward, when all you think about is the past. The past cannot be changed. A lot of us are lucky we have friends and family that have never left us because people leave all the time. Some of us have heard all the ‘I’m leaving you’ speeches and I’m sorry to all the people who had people leave them without saying goodbye. Leaving should never be done in silence but it happens and you’ll probably always have memories of them. How many times are you going to sit down and ponder on reasons why they could have left? Let go because people do leave and it doesn’t get any easier but we have to move on, for ourselves. We cannot keep holding ourselves back in the past when we have a future to look forward too. I was taught to say ‘Thank you’ when someone opens the door for us but this is me sincerely thanking you for closing the door behind me.
You always tell me I’m a wanderer, you’ve told me I can’t keep resting my feet at strangers houses.
I tell you I know them, but you know better. You know me well. I know something about nothing when someone says ‘I love reading’ the first thing I do is shift them into a person I used to have, the person I could exchange books with.
I automatically think I’ve figured them out, it’s so wrong of me. The second they mention partying or they don’t enjoy the same music as me, I’ll distance myself. I’ll leave.
I’ll run away because the beds not warm enough or their kisses don’t feel the same, it’s scares me.
Because that’s different, that’s not the person I used to have. I came here to feel at home, not rebuild.
I came over here to start again, not to start over.
That’s probably why I never stay because I never know them like I wanted to think I did. I think I did because my mind can so easily make them into a person I lost in the past. I’m so good with words that I can talk myself into thinking that I have found the person I lost, in this new person I found when they really have no resemblance. I can’t keep looking for you in people.
I’m able to fall in love of the idea of someone, it’s falling in love with the actual person that takes months and years. Maybe someone who is doing the same thing to me, maybe they see me as someone that they love that isn’t around anymore and they are using me just to fill her void and I don’t think I mind that. Maybe I’m just someone’s filler and I only break someone vicariously and my hands never get blood on them.
Maybe it’s a good thing.
But it’s true.
I can’t keep pretending to be homeless when my house is only 5 minutes away.
I can’t just find another because a crack is on the walls of my room.
I can’t keep doing this to people