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@theloveyoualwayswanted
Abusers have a superpower. This ability to make you feel, while they feel nothing. And depending on who you are, it’s unfathomable that someone DOESN’T feel because you feel so much. You want to connect with them, show them that they can heal and experience a world outside of the miserable black and white that they’re currently settling for. You feel an intense desire to help them and be someone…
You remind me of the man who never complimented me yet always had time for insults and criticism. Who always had time to tell me I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was. The man who told me I’d never be as smart as him or as slick as him. The one who said I’m supposed to get good grades, why should I be praised or rewarded. Who would choke me, slap me, beat me even when I did nothing wrong. You…
Hello Again
It’s been a while since I’ve last posted. I’m inspired today so I’m going to try and get at least a few pieces out.
I love the way you feel
Late night thoughts and memories flashing to remind me of when we were beautiful. The husk of what remains barely held together as we both pull away. I sit and remember the way you’d always want your hands on me, maybe to make sure I was real, the same way I could kiss you all day, your mouth the perfect feel. I miss that like it was ripped away from me a phantom limb I’m longing to see. I wish…
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I hate that I gave you a chance. But your lie facilitated and put you in a place the truth would’ve never allowed you to land. So much trauma you house, trauma you won’t speak on or renounce. A walking poster child. “Inner city youth who didn’t make it out alive” I wanted more for you. You wanted more for me too. But you couldn’t meet me in the middle. Just wanted things to be what your…
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Liar
You lied to me when you claimed to be honest. I trusted you and you betrayed me just to have the upper hand. Are you happy with yourself? The miserable life you lead just appear like you’re the man? Narcissist. You claimed not to be then gaslit at every possible chance. NO accountability. Where are my apologies?
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Paint
Paint Paint — Read on vaguewanderer.wordpress.com/2023/12/12/paint/
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Paint
I feel deeply, I move based on my thoughts. Sometimes I’m wrong, but I’m human ; not a robot. My system isn’t perfect, but I’m always genuine. Even when I scream or act out, it’s from pain deep within. I never set out to hurt, to be dishonest, or disrespect, again. I feel deeply and I care too much for maliciousness. Yet when there’s a misunderstanding, all you can say is “this is why we’re not…
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I remember
When you texted me and said you felt like you were finally getting what you want, me, being yours. You said when you get what you want, so do I but I guess it got too close to right. I’d trusted you, to keep me safe. Not just physically but my heart too and maybe that was the mistake. But I still trust myself and I know it was real. I remember the sounds you made when your lips met mine. How…
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you cryin'?
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Different
I can’t remember a time when you’ve ever kissed me quite like that. Arms wrapped around me, body flush against mine, nose to nose, forehead to forehead. That’s the part that keeps repeating. The feel of you, engaged, wanting, and devouring me. My heart was racing. I remember thinking, “This feels like more” because there’s no way it wasn’t. No way the squeezes to my waist, or your arms wrapping…
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Quarantine Short Stories #27: Paranoia
So fire
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I have these spells where I don’t want to be alive anymore. Usually I can remind myself that it will pass. That it’s circumstances, stress, and pressure but it’ll be better. This time I just pray almost daily God will let me die in my sleep. I Don’t want to talk about anything. I’m not passionate about anything. I don’t want to go out. Hang out. Have friends. If you call what I have as…
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Bare
I don’t regret dating him. Just giving so much of my heart when he’d done nothing but the bare minimum to deserve it. It will never happen again so at least the lesson is well learned. Pain that visceral will never leave my muscles memory. The contractions. The tears. Ventricles laid bare. I’ll always remember. The sounds of me wailing. Asking why I’m never enough. Begging God to fix what I…
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Maybe one day he’ll care enough to be friends. Real friends. Maybe. But. I doubt it. Ppl allow fear stop them from putting forth solid effort to rectify pains they’ve caused. They rather say meaningless words and forget. I will never forget.
