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@moonblacckkk
it hurts
Your self respect has to be greater than your desire to be loved.
“You deserve to be with somebody who will drive three hours, just to see you for one.”
— Guidelines For Finding Someone Worthwhile
“Distance doesn’t separate people. Silence does.”
— Jeff Hood
what a waste of time and energy.
a stranger literally told me : You don’t have to become hard just because someone mishandled your heart. and i almost sobbed
“i act like things don’t affect me, but in reality, i just process everything alone.”
When certain past wounds are brought to the surface by some kind of trigger, we find ourselves in the same emotional state as when they first happened.
It seems that some wounds will never heal.
This
I try
God, I try to understand
to stretch my patience thin enough to wrap around both of us, to stay soft, even when it would be easier to turn into something sharper
but I am so tired of being the only gentle thing in a place that keeps asking for more
I am tired
of translating silence into excuses
of calling distance “just a phase”, of holding space that is never held for me
I don’t want to be the only one who knows how to love like this. I don’t want to keep pouring into hands that never learn how to pour back
I want patience that meets mine, softness that answers mine, understanding that doesn’t feel like a one-sided language because I have given
and given
and given
and I have learned the hard, quiet way, that love
should not feel like begging for what I already offer, I am not asking for too much
I am asking for the same and I will not fold myself smaller just to make bare minimum feel like enough.
Love can go to hell, it was the thing I craved but now I despise.
May it never come my way for I have no patience whatsoever with it
a letter to you that you'll never read,
How do I erase someone who is inscribed deep into my bones without risking the entire collapse of my soul? How do I say goodbye to the very person who erected entire cathedrals in my heart and etched roadmaps in my mind that always lead back to you? How do I move forward when my soul cannot stretch far enough without snapping you away from my hope?
I fear I will never get over you... not because it’s impossible, but because my heart refuses to forget your name.
Do you not feel my cries echoing in your soul? Do you not feel my hands feverishly pulling at the cord that connects us, begging for a tug back?
I wish it were as simple as calling myself delusional, but what we had was too real to believe it was all in my head—yet fragile enough to make me doubt the instincts I once bet my life on.
You would think that as time passes, your hold on me would weaken. Sadly for both of us, I have only grown hungrier for the chance to get it right between us.
The truth is, I would wait thousands of years for five more minutes with you, because even if that was all I got, it would feel like heaven. My personal Garden of Eden.
Yet it seems I have been condemned by the very god I prayed to for you.
But I guess you can call me the devil because I would burn it all down if it meant being near you again.