A Little Lie

Those stories

[aloyhh]

“you handled that so well” genuinely wtf was the other option

[keepasteadyhustle]

A lot of shit broke my heart but fixed my vision.

[contentmuslimah-deactivated2024]

Please, keep looking. Not for a person, but for your passion, your love, your courage, your goals, your dreams, your happiness, yourself. Keep looking. Explore yourself before you explore another. Know your worth, know yourself. Only then will you know what you need over what you want. You need yourself to become your own.

[mayonezli]

A man who doesn't stop trying after he has you >>>>>

[thehopefulquotes]

“I hope you fall in love with someone who never lets you fall asleep thinking you’re unwanted.”

— Unknown

[canaryevolvedintovulture]

Goodbye.

[canaryevolvedintovulture]

“Do you wanna hurt me? Cause nobody hurts me better.”

•

I won’t stoop to the levels you’ve found. I will keep eating your words.

Keep the daggers coming, if that is what will satisfy your desire for your pound of flesh. We both know I love knife games.

[canaryevolvedintovulture]

I knew it was over long before we ever crossed the finish line.

I arrived carrying every shard of bravery,

every last remnant of trust I owned,

hoping your promises would steady themselves into truth.

Yes—

I buried myself in anything that could muffle the sound

of reality cracking open.

But,

Somewhere along the way,

I became nothing to you:

a faded spark, unremarkable,

no longer worth the reach of your hand.

You said you hoped the feeling would return,

but even that felt like a borrowed honesty.

If you had wanted it back,

it would have come—

because that’s who you are:

you summon what you desire,

you bend the world when it suits you.

You never intended to resurrect us.

You never meant to try.

You only wanted to see

who would hold their breath the longest.

Who would stomach the pride first.

And just like I can’t watch scenes in horror movies,

not because they’re too graphic,

but because I don’t want the memory of them

etching themselves into my mind—

I couldn’t stay.

I couldn’t bear the image of us dissolving

playing on a loop inside my head.

So I left.

Like the way I close my eyes

when the music sharpens

and the dread begins to rise:

a quiet, trembling refusal

to witness any more than I can carry.

[canaryevolvedintovulture]

We both messed it up.

I haven’t “painted it” in any way in my mind other than that.

I should have put a leash on my wild, or perhaps been mature enough to call that part of my “wild” what it is; pathetic and desperate attempts at filling a void. Guess I needed more therapy.

And you should have seen my moving as me putting my hand on the plexiglass cage, regardless of what I knew would come of it.

I guess we both suck at listening, and we both suck at lying, and we both suck at being transparent, and we certainly both suck at letting our pride and ego get in the way of what matters.

And, for the record, communication is the only way to truly find understanding. You can sit in your plexiglass cage and ignore signs and messages and spin what you think happened in your head all you want, if that’s what makes you feel better. But, as I thought we learned before, communication is the only way to know the truth.

At the end of the day, all I can hope is that you’re happy for the decision made over half warm food. I hope that being free of me and my “why’s” is what you needed to be happy. I hope that you can breathe again. I hope that no longer having the “chore” of sleeping with me gives you comfort. I hope that regardless of the pride of proving your point that I never let you change your mind and so I couldn’t change mine gives you strength and joy. I hope that hating me frees you.

*in a matter of fact tone*

[canaryevolvedintovulture]

How could I ever have trusted you—

when every word was a mirror

tilted to distort me?

Constant criticism,

like water carving doubt into stone.

Constant shaming,

as if my heart were something obscene.

Constant lies and careful omissions,

truth edited until I was the villain.

Constant inconsistency—

warmth one day, winter the next.

And still you wore innocence

like a spotless shirt,

while my hands were stained

with blame you helped create.

[canaryevolvedintovulture]

To be desired without end

is to be seen without shadow.

You don’t flinch from my heat,

don’t soften your stare

when it drags down my throat,

my chest,

my hips—

slow as a tongue over salt.

In your endless appetite

I find my abundance:

the curve of my body

a table set for two,

my thighs a door left open,

my pulse a drumbeat

you follow without shame.

Stay hungry, love.

Come back for seconds.

Come back with your mouth wanting,

with your hands already reaching,

with that low, wrecked sound

you make when I give you more

than you can hold.

Let your wanting be the flame

that keeps my skin alight—

let it scorch,

let it brand.

Grip me like you’re starving,

like I’m the only thing

that will quiet the ache

between your teeth.

And I will be the feast

that never closes its doors—

spread wide with laughter,

with sweat,

with the slick shine of being devoured.

Take.

Swallow.

Come back hungry.

I am not afraid

of how much you want me.

[canaryevolvedintovulture]

Love stories are tricky and addictive because we relate to them. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it is important to note which ones we gravitate towards.

The pattern across all of the ones you prefer is common:

• One person says: “Come closer, reassure me, choose me.”

• The other says: “I feel it too… but I don’t know how to stay.”

The dynamic is powerful—but it’s also exhausting in real life unless both people become aware and grow.

The goal isn’t to stop wanting depth or connection.

It’s finding someone who doesn’t make you work for emotional safety.

The anxious/avoidant dynamic doesn’t just hurt because of incompatibility.

It hurts because it creates intermittent emotional access.

Which feels like:

• closeness → distance

• reassurance → silence

• “I want you” → “I don’t know”

That back-and-forth is what wires your brain into:

“If I just understand them better, I can stabilize this.”

The hard truth most people don’t say out loud

You were probably trying to build clarity with someone who was comfortable operating in ambiguity.

So:

• You leaned in harder

• They pulled back more

• You asked more questions

• They shared less or only when it suited them

And over time, you end up feeling like:

• you’re “too much”

• you’re “overanalyzing”

• you “need too many answers”

When really…

You were trying to create security in a space that didn’t offer it.

The piece I want you to really sit with

You don’t actually need someone to explain every thought and feeling.

You need someone who:

• doesn’t make you guess where you stand

• doesn’t disappear emotionally/physically when things get real

• doesn’t make honesty feel like something you have to extract

That’s a completely different standard than what you were dealing with.

And about you specifically

You are the anxious role, and it doesn’t mean:

• you’re needy

• you’re toxic

• you’re “too much”

It usually means:

You stayed engaged in a connection that was inconsistently available.

That’s not a personality flaw. That’s attachment under stress.

One question that tends to hit people;

Not “why did they do that?”

But:

“Why did I keep trying to get clarity from someone who kept avoiding it?”

That’s where your growth is—not in becoming less emotional or communicative, but in becoming more selective about who gets access to that depth.

[aidashakur]

I can’t say this enough… people that truly love you will always choose to fix the situation rather than lose you.

[8nin]

love is cool but have you ever not had to explain yourself

[yourelikewine]

[canaryevolvedintovulture]

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