True love isn’t something that happens often.
For some, they may never find it. For others, it comes more than once in a lifetime. You’ll know you have it when you’re with someone and they don’t just make you happy, because plenty of people can come along and make you happy, but they make you the best possible version of yourself. They’ll bring you up on your bad days, celebrate with you on your better days, give you strength and hope and courage and newfound wisdom as you grow together.
They’re not just someone you’re compatible with and enjoy being around. If you’re one of the lucky ones who found this true love, hold on to it. Fight like hell for it every day. Don’t ever let it slip away. Because you’ll never be the same once it’s gone.
I know this because I was one of those fools who let it slip between my fingertips… slowly watching it fade into the distance like the sunset collapsing slowly into the dark night sky.
And even if I’m not one of those few who can find true love like that again… you are. You’ve found another person in this world who makes you happy, who you miss when they’re gone as if they’re a part of you.
It’s no longer my presence you crave or my hand you wish to hold. It’s no longer my soft lips you wish you kiss goodnight before you drift off to sleep each night. It’s no longer my arms you need wrapped around you or my touch you desire.
But let me tell you this. True love usually comes only once, but you’re a lucky one. You have a future and you have happiness with another person who makes you feel complete.
And if that’s the case, what kind of person would I be to stand in your way of that?
RESENTMENT: A FEELING OF BITTER INDIGNATION AT HAVING BEEN TREATED UNFAIRLY.
You let yourself get so high,
Giving yourself a greater distance to fall.
And you did.
You yanked us down with you,
When it came crashing down and caught flames.
Falling so fast, so hard.
I’ll never let myself get that far.
I’ll never get that far.
I’ll play it safe.
But I’m afraid.
What if I lose my way?
What if I break?
Continue reading “Resentment Part III.”
Resentment: A feeling of bitter indignation at having been treated unfairly.
I used to see myself standing there.
Long white dress, curled brown hair.
But now when I picture it,
The dread makes it hard to commit.
All eyes on us.
I stand in front of someone who loves me,
Saying those words that bond us together officially.
But “til death do us part” is no longer an option.
Instead, it’s a ghost that haunts me.
Continue reading “Resentment Part I.”
The weight on your chest, pushing down — harder and harder. All you want to do is be strong enough to lift it off. But instead, you feel weak.
Your lungs feel fragile, you’re gasping for air. And then the ringing begins. Floods your ears and bombards your senses. You feel weak.
Then comes the heat. Your body temperature is rising, quickly. You’re panting to try to slow your breath and cool your body and stop the ringing. You feel weak.
The pressure in your chest is tightening. The pain is spreading and squeezing. Your body starts to give out. You feel anger. You feel sorrow. You feel weak.
All of your senses are at maximum capacity. You can’t move, aside from the shaking. You can’t speak, aside from the crying and gasping. You can’t hear, aside from the ringing. You can’t feel, aside from the pain engulfing your chest.
You feel weak.
You are weak.
(Part I is not yet posted)
I love you, but I resent you.
I don’t have time to take care of myself
Because I’m busy taking care of you.
My physical well-being,
My mental health,
But so is yours. And you come first.
I love you, but I hate everything I have to do.
I wish you could be stronger on your own
But you can’t.
Continue reading “Resentment Part II.”
Watching the children’s faces light up as they walk through the house I grew up in and imagine it as their own. As they pick out who will have my bedroom. As they picture eating at my kitchen table that we’re leaving for them. As they ask where the bus stop is. As they gasp in admiration at the game room. As they smile at the trampoline in the yard. As they begin to feel home.
Desperation: A state of despair, typically one that results in rash or extreme behavior.
But if you recognize your own desperation, are you really in a state of despair?
What do you do when you’re battling for control over your own life?
I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to let you win.
You didn’t get to hurt me. You don’t get to break me.
You abandoned me and in return, I turned it off.
Pushed it all away. Feeling anything made me weak.
In my battle for control, I turned cold.
I burned bridges. Lost myself. Lost it all.
Feeling nothing is easier than facing the pain.
It’s what I did.
It’s what I do.
But the control still slipped through my grasp,
gliding slowly into oblivion as I watched it fall from my intertwined fingers.
Once the control is gone, all you can feel is the numbness that engulfs you like a blanket. It clings to you like a thick wool sweater on a warm day that you’re so eager to rip off but it’s stuck. Clinging to your damp skin as the sweat trickles down your back.
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