Life is complicated as it is
So why do we chose people whom make it more complicated for us?
Is it that they make us feel more alive with having to deal with someone else’s bullshit that will make us forget our own?
Or is it that since you deal with their bullshit, they will eventually want to take care of your bullshit?
Who knows, maybe that’s why they say life is a gamble?
Maybe that’s why they say to take a chance on people and see what they give you…
What if that person is giving you all the signs that they are toxic, they are life draining, making you change your ways, making you do things you wouldn’t even do for someone who has literally cried in your arms, screamed your name begging you not to leave….
Instead you rather see her crying, hear her talking about her own shit like if the world isn’t big enough and has bigger issues than just hers
She still has the audacity to say that she didn’t do anything wrong, that she wants peace, she wants to be able to talk to me
How can I allow myself to talk to someone who devalued my beliefs, my idea of loving someone, caring, attaching myself to someone who really wasn’t half
She was just there trying to replace a void that she already knew was irreplaceable
I was used like a fucking object to fix something that couldn’t be fixed
Someone who does that doesn’t deserve the moon nor the stars…. she shouldn’t stay up so late hoping to see the moon kiss the sun goodbye because she thinks her love for him is quite the same