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Why
Why must we bend for those who won’t hold fast to their promises to us? Why do we accept a love that doesn’t fulfill us when we need it? Why do we continue to struggle to hold onto someone who doesn’t want us? As much as we love them, bending until we break, silently crying out for release from the tension, we know we can’t keep it up.
The facade that we are alright. The lie that holds our pieces together. It’s always easiest to make adjustments. Rather than face the potential for pain, we choose to bend until we snap and become useless. But we do it, time and time again. Why?
We may never know. Perhaps we simply choose to be loved the only way we think we can. By changing and morphing to fit their needs. By trying so hard to become what they want, that we lose ourselves. But it’s for love. Isn’t it?
Perhaps
Perhaps it’s best this way. The quiet numbness. Indifference to it all. No happiness or love. No feelings of contentment. But also. No disappointment. No heartache. There is nothing. Simply existing.
Perhaps that is the answer I’ve needed all along. Perhaps that’s what I’ve been waiting to find within myself.
Just perhaps.
“you’re one of the world’s best kept secrets.”
— and the people who don’t get to know you are missing out. they don’t deserve ya.
How dare you and I
Seven billion people in this world. Seven billion lives and how dare I think mine matters.
How dare I believe for an instant that if I died it would change someone. How dare I believe that I could find my soul mate so quickly. How dare I believe I even had one.
How dare I feel such beautiful emotions when I see your face. How dare I offer my heart to you without second thoughts. How dare I say those damned three words without hesitation, while you take prompting.
How dare you make me feel weak. How dare you give me butterflies. How dare you make me sob one moment then laugh the next. How dare you let me believe you could see past my screwed up self. How dare you break down those walls I spent so long to build. How dare you allow me to believe I could mean more to you than those on the other side of your screen. How dare you make me believe for a second, even a second, you could love me.
How dare I for loving you.
zombbean