Reflecting
I’m trying to quit this addiction of you. But you have tainted my favorite places, you have left stains that no hard chemicals can clear. Even my dreams betray me so I can no longer trust myself. I detach me from you in order to have better clarity. I'm mad at myself because I let myself be vulnerable, I gave the biggest portion of my essence and that wasn't enough. I think that's what hurts the most. That no matter how much I tried I was never enough. Somewhere along the way I have become stagnant, I've lost my value. I realized this exactly five days ago, after our talk as I was looking at the sky trying to find a proper way to express myself. First time for everything since you always say I never give you the real me. There were so many un answered questions as they still are. And because you went in search for something new, something to make you forget the hurt, I am now here and you are now somewhere. We hurt those we love without knowing the repercussions. Without doing it intentionally, without caring, and sometimes on purpose. You hurt me, but it isn't the first time. I'm going through the motions. I'm a woman. And it's my time to take a step back. It's my time to live.