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Felt, Health, Hurts, Mental Health, Pain, Philosophy, Relationships, Romance, Thought
A dream I once had consisted of you.
I’ve loved and lost, and lost my love.
I made many mistakes and still continue because of the way I was made to be hurt.
Vengeance builds inside of me, and nothing can release it… For I still wish for you on a daily bases.
You say you’re waiting for happiness, and someone to share that with, but all I can think is this:
You’ve had it, but all you did was push it away because you were too afraid.
That… I understand. You don’t want to get hurt. But pushing me away hurt yourself too. You promised you’d always be there for me and try to make it up to me for the rest of my life. How did that work out, though?
You got scared. Afraid that I wouldn’t accept you for who you really are-the person that made me happy and believe that love was possible again.
You gave me hope, reassurance and happiness…
Then proceeded to crush it all and prove that my suspicions of humans were, indeed, correct.
I’ve tried to make it clear, help you see the truth:
Nothing was as great as that.
I gave you a second, and even a third chance.
But when it got tough for you, you gave up and blamed it on me.
That surely is not how a relationship should be.
I know I have my flaws, as do you. Though, they made you who you are and will be. I noticed them and had a little giggle every time, which brought a smile to my face without your work at all.
I thought this would be simple, I thought it would be easy..
I thought it would be perfect because of who we’d be.
But again you proved me wrong, and showed me the real you.
Nothing I can do, but take a step back. Let a tear roll down my face and a whimper leave my lips.
I told you once that I’d give anything for you. I’d take a bullet for you.
You said the same and left me there lying on the floor. Knife in my back, your words in my head and the way your face looked as if you never had never really cared at all.