I read somewhere,
"I died a lot just to live a little with you."

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@isolated-stuff
I read somewhere,
"I died a lot just to live a little with you."
I was the one who closed the door, yet I was the one who ended up being trapped !
What I think is
Some people are just insecure about themselves...
They think that people will eventually leave them if they see them for what they really are, so they choose the weakest escape, "avoidance". So they don't allow themselves to feel anything deeply.
But the disgusting part is, they would let you get attached to them, they would give you just enough to keep on hanging. And the moment you start to think the connection is real, they pull away.
They think being unaffected, running away when things get hard and pretending that they don't care is something "cool",
But honestly, it's the most cowardly behaviour !
A strong man confronts, communicates and fixes things.
A weak man calls his "emotional absence" as his "strength".
Life becomes easier when you accept that -
Being good to someone, doesn't mean they will be good to you.
You can pour your heart into someone and they will still walk away like it meant nothing.
You can stand by someone through their storms, still they may abandon you in yours.
But, at the end of the day, what you give is a reflection of your heart but what they return, reveals who they are !
I helped, even when I was in need of help.
A man died of hunger.
Food was served at his funeral.
Only if you knew, how many nights I rewrote my pain as "patience",
called your silence “space",
and named my breaking heart "understanding".
Some people don't just leave or walk away, they just stop showing up!
And this shit hurts more than any goodbye ever could!
I carried both my pain and his all alone.
And he never bothered to notice how heavy it was.
Sometimes being the understanding one feels like a curse...
I hold him together even when I am breaking ...
I ask about his day, talk about his worries, calm him down and try hard to be his comfort because his peace matters to me more than mine..
But somewhere, deep inside, I feel the weight of my own unsaid words...
The things I swallow just to keep him calm and the storms I face alone everyday so he doesn't feel burdened..
And yet, after understanding the situation, I too crave for a moment where someone asks me,
"How are you doing everything? What's hurting you?"
I want a place to rest too, and stop being the strongest one for a moment...
Sometimes even the one who understands everyone, needs understanding too.
“I believe in the kind of love that doesn’t demand me to prove my worth and sit in anxiety … Something that allows me to me without question.”
— Joey Palermo
Everyone has their limits..
When they can't bend anymore, they break..
I will keep on forgiving you until I unlove you...
And that's the misery...i can never unlove you
In a world obsessed with letting go, I have mastered the art of holding on...
The curse of never being enough, no matter how hard you try.
The curse of feeling too deeply in a world which feels so little.
The curse of craving love from the only person who breaks you knowingly.
The curse of always being left behind, even by the one who promised to stay.