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Toxic.
That word seems to come out of your mouth more often when youâre with me. In a way, I agree with you. We are toxic together. We are running in a constant cycle of heartbreak. We spend years building ourselves back up and one moment sends us crawling back to the start line. It is exhausting. We struggle to keep our hands of each other but you have made it very loud and clear that nothing is to come of this. I agree. The truth is, we bring out the worst parts of each other. We are clouded by desire, lust and infatuation. It feels idyllic. So euphoric that I lose my soul in yours. We use our bodies quickly but tread so lightly with our words. Thereâs an emptiness that comes with you. The silence that you leave me after your lips glide against my skin sends me into a helpless spiral of betrayal. I let you back in too easily. There is guilt attached to our hearts. It follows us around like petty shadows consuming our thoughts and actions. I miss our innocence. Once upon a time we were young and deeply in love. Itâs different now. Just toxic. Cut me loose because I know I canât do it. This constant cycle will make us both go mad. The worst part is, itâs the kind of madness that keeps us wanting more.
And you know what? I'm not an easy person to love. I have my flaws. I'm not good enough to be your perfect one you want me to be. I get sad easily and hurt over little things. I hate skin acene and i sometimes cry over it. I suffer with high mood swings and i want constant reassurance that you're not going away. I want you show how much you love me and whisper those three words every hour. Sometimes I'm the happiest person you'll ever see and sometimes I'm the worst angry person you'll encounter. I prefer to be alone when I'm sad. Sometimes i don't want to be loved i just want to be cherished. I'm not happy I'm not sad either most of the time. Don't tell me lies and be honest with me. Don't actually leave me whenever i push you away. I may be rude and get angry or throw tantrums even. Be there with me and tell me its going to be okay. I want you to shower me with endless love and cuddles whenever i demand. I don't want your constant attention but be mine forever. Come to me at the end of the day and lay with me and talk with me. Cover me in your arms and forget the world exists. I promise whatever happens I'm always going to love you that thing will never ever change.
âHe put his arms around her and drew her close, the word goodbye already on his tongue, but not quite out of his mouth. Holding her like this felt natural, like this was exactly how it was supposed to be. âIs this okay?â he asked, and barely felt her nod against his rib cage, when in truth the only thing she wanted to do was scream. To yell at herself to get her shit together in front of him, but by now she was used to the fist that seemed to close around her heart whenever they parted. She had always been too open, too vulnerable when he was around, and one word from him was enough for her to crack right open and spill all of her secrets, her darkest thoughts. Everything but one. The very darkest of them all. This one she kept to herself, throbbing at the back of her head like a constant headache. It made her wonder if it meant that they came with an expiration date like everything in life did, and the possibility that one day the confession would just burst out of her terrified her to no end. As occupied as she was with herself and with the warmth and closeness of him, his heart beating right next to her ear, she was blind to the flush in his cheeks, deaf to the way his breath hitched in his throat. Oblivious to the thoughts that were running through his head. Thoughts that were not so different from her own. The two of them ran together like clockwork and yet something had changed in the past months, taking them both by surprise and yet revealing something theyâd known all along. Talking somehow became more difficult, because certain topics had to be avoided. Moving became pointless if it wasnât to touch the other one ever so slightly, a brushing of knees that couldâve been an accident or a bumping of shoulders that sent their hearts racing. It turned into a competition of wills, a testing of the waters. It was walking on eggshells. One wrong word. One wrong touch, and everything theyâd known would unravel. It was brand-new and exciting, but their friendship was changing, slowly evolving, and the knowledge that they could crash and burn if one thing went wrong was too scary to try it, too awful to even consider taking the fall. It was as though one wheel of the puzzle that kept them together was no longer turning. Something was always missing. Although they knew their way around each other, their surroundings seemed to be constantly altering. They knew what to say to make the other laugh or when to raise their eyebrow in irritation. But what did you do when you felt the other person get so much closer, yet slip away from you? It wasnât a broken wheel or a roadblock that kept them from going back to how theyâd been. It wasnât an argument theyâd had. It wasnât her habit of talking without drawing breath, or his habit of picking apart everything she said and reading too much into her words. It was the weight of the unsaid things they carried around wherever they went. It was yearning for each other when they were apart, yearning for something more. But for now, both of them decided to keep quiet, unaware of the strange new feelings they shared. Unaware that if one of them was brave enough, that if one of them plucked up the courage to say a single word, things between them could change forever. For now, what they had would have to be enough.â
â unspoken feelings / n.j.
âI say I miss you. But I donât. I miss the you I used to know. You canât miss someone who stands in front of you who you no longer recognise,â
23:35 - You canât miss someone if the old version of them no longer stands in front of you (moondustanddreams)
Itâs funny because talking to you is like coming home again. Itâs like coming home to a house that you tried to escape from all those years ago. And now itâs painted a different color and new things are hanging on the walls, but donât let that fool you. Itâs still the same house. The one where he kissed you for the first time. The one where you drank coffee all those mornings. But it is also still the same one that had glass on the floor that one night when the fight got extra bad. Itâs still the same place he screamed so loud at you it felt like the ceiling was going to cave in on you. Itâs still the same place you got away from, so why go back at all? Why go back and visit a place that haunts you?
-C.C.
âIf flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you.â
â Noor Shirazie, (x)
âAll the things I did wrong: I: I relied on someone for my happiness. II: I love people more than I love myself. III: I never asked for help. IV: I asked for help. V: I opened up. VI: I had hope.â
â All the things I did wrong by (KJ)
But please know that cutting toxic people off, may also mean giving yourself the chance to breathe a little deeper, and having enough space, so that you could shine a little bit brighter.
I was there, with myself. // ma.c.a
âI think just talking about everything under the sun is sexy. Talk to me about your why you have a scar on your hand, why you stopped playing your favourite sport, why you always wear your left shoe first, why you hold my hand in the dark and why youâre scared of loving someone. Talk to me about real things, about things that matter and not things like the weather. Not enough people talk to me. But everyone wants to buy me a drink and remove my shirt. Talking is sexy, I donât know if you get that. I wish more people had the guts to bear out their souls and just talk to each other.â
â talk to me, dammit//nikitaguptaa
âHe put his arms around her and drew her close, the word goodbye already on his tongue, but not quite out of his mouth. Holding her like this felt natural, like this was exactly how it was supposed to be. âIs this okay?â he asked, and barely felt her nod against his rib cage, when in truth the only thing she wanted to do was scream. To yell at herself to get her shit together in front of him, but by now she was used to the fist that seemed to close around her heart whenever they parted. She had always been too open, too vulnerable when he was around, and one word from him was enough for her to crack right open and spill all of her secrets, her darkest thoughts. Everything but one. The very darkest of them all. This one she kept to herself, throbbing at the back of her head like a constant headache. It made her wonder if it meant that they came with an expiration date like everything in life did, and the possibility that one day the confession would just burst out of her terrified her to no end. As occupied as she was with herself and with the warmth and closeness of him, his heart beating right next to her ear, she was blind to the flush in his cheeks, deaf to the way his breath hitched in his throat. Oblivious to the thoughts that were running through his head. Thoughts that were not so different from her own. The two of them ran together like clockwork and yet something had changed in the past months, taking them both by surprise and yet revealing something theyâd known all along. Talking somehow became more difficult, because certain topics had to be avoided. Moving became pointless if it wasnât to touch the other one ever so slightly, a brushing of knees that couldâve been an accident or a bumping of shoulders that sent their hearts racing. It turned into a competition of wills, a testing of the waters. It was walking on eggshells. One wrong word. One wrong touch, and everything theyâd known would unravel. It was brand-new and exciting, but their friendship was changing, slowly evolving, and the knowledge that they could crash and burn if one thing went wrong was too scary to try it, too awful to even consider taking the fall. It was as though one wheel of the puzzle that kept them together was no longer turning. Something was always missing. Although they knew their way around each other, their surroundings seemed to be constantly altering. They knew what to say to make the other laugh or when to raise their eyebrow in irritation. But what did you do when you felt the other person get so much closer, yet slip away from you? It wasnât a broken wheel or a roadblock that kept them from going back to how theyâd been. It wasnât an argument theyâd had. It wasnât her habit of talking without drawing breath, or his habit of picking apart everything she said and reading too much into her words. It was the weight of the unsaid things they carried around wherever they went. It was yearning for each other when they were apart, yearning for something more. But for now, both of them decided to keep quiet, unaware of the strange new feelings they shared. Unaware that if one of them was brave enough, that if one of them plucked up the courage to say a single word, things between them could change forever. For now, what they had would have to be enough.â
â unspoken feelings / n.j.
âlife is just one big cycle of figuring out who you are and rediscovering yourself, again and again. life takes us to the most imaginative, least suspecting places -allowing us to do things we never thought we could, or leave what we once thought couldnât live without. our hearts hate what we once love and love what we once hate. our minds learn from our old mistakes and quickly search for ways to make new ones. we are constantly molded, bent, broken, and rebuilt. we neednât worry about who weâre going to be: that person doesnât exist anymore than the person you once were is. what matters is where life decides to take us now and how weâre going to define the person we are at this moment.â
â aumirah
âWe were lovers before weâve ever made love.â
â s.s. (stephenstilwell)
Im sorry that i wasnât enough. Im sorry that i was too much to handle. Im sorry that im so flawed and insecure. Im sorry that you were so embarrassed by me that you couldnt even try to show me that you loved me. Im sorry that my body is covered in scars, i dont really like it that much either. Im sorry that I couldnât be the girl you fantasized about and im sorry that i bothered you with all my love. I know im clingy sometimes im just used to people walking away from me and i just couldnât live with the idea of you getting bored of me. Im sorry that i loved you too much. I loved the way your brown eyes would light up when you laughed and i loved the dimple that would creep its way onto your cheeck when you smiled and i loved how you would curl your hair when you got nervous about something and i never really liked my name until i heard you say it. And then you broke me and i still chased after you... i wanted you so bad. I sacrificed everything for you just like the sun would for the moon. Yet here we are. Alone and counting down the days
âTime is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you donât go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit eight a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens itâs almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.â
â E.R. Frank; Life is Funny