Thursday, October 30, 2008
I need a way out, I cannot handle this because it hurts so fucking much. I can't talk to you, I can't tell you because it's no use. But then I can't tell anyone else because nothing/no one helps. No one understands.
I don't open up to everyone. Yes, I'm a very friendly person,and yes, I'm not secretive about everything. But opening up to someone, it's not easy. Sharing dreams, hopes, insecurities. You can't tell every random person. And I could tell you, but now I can't and it breaks my heart because you're not there to tell me you love me anymore.
Just. Not. There.
And you leave me to pick up the pieces, move on like nothing's happened. And I don't know how to do it. How to not have anyone over whom I have a right. How to not randomly dial a number and expect someone to be there.
My people keep on leaving me, and there's no disaster management, because I've learnt how to give and not to take.
I can't fucking turn to anyone. Everyone offers to help, but I just can't. And as the winter draws closer I'm reminded of promises that faded and it kills me.
I don't know what to do. It's all so incoherent in my head, and when I try to say it out, it's worse.
I need to be saved. Please help me.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
and rainbows I saw through
Rose-coloured shades until.
They got trampled on, broken into pieces
I thought were plastic but pierced like glass
into a heart already chopped up and served
On A Platter once upon a time,
Not So Long Ago.
You look at me now and smile with regret,
I dwell on thoughts of
"Bring him back."
A fixation I was better without but
you left no options
and no way to escape.
There is no solace,
Monday, October 20, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
You don't get it that I can't fucking deal with this, with you.
It was nice, but we can't be friends.
Not that it makes a difference, my loss, not yours.
You're not tactful. You don't know what to say.
I know. But then I am not at fault here, and there's nothing that can be done.
You know what I feel like.
And I know what you feel like, and it's too bad.
Because you owe me nothing, and I expect nothing of you.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
So tired of running after love.
So bloody tired, dejected, disillusioned.
Of making fruitless efforts, meaningless compromises.
Of misunderstanding, and being misunderstood.
Of having it all thrown back into my face.
Of emotional roller coasters and the psychological nausea induced by them.
Of craving for just a hint of what I have given to you. To both of you.
Of the humiliation, the embarrassment, the futile hope.
Of how utterly useless these exercises are.
Of being taken for granted.
Of being wanted but not loved.
Of lusting after a genuine I love you.
Of you laughing it off and not being able to sum up even a sliver of the appropriate emotions.
And you for disappearing when I need you the most.
So easy for you to tell me to stop “running after love, waiting for it to come instead”, when you have it all down on a platter.
And so fucking easy for you to laugh my ranting off.
To disregard what I might feel like, both of you. Leaving me to shout at walls.
Permanent heart/head/stomach aches.
Stop forgetting about my existence, please. Stop taking me for granted. I am bloody sick of being a friend to you. Just sick of not being given the response I would die for.
And to the rest of the world, stop bloody whining about how your body aches, how it’s so meaningless when you’re not together, how it’s not working out.
At the very fucking least there is someone who would give up their existence just so you could have the life they want you to have, someone who thinks every bit of you is delicate porcelain, someone who fucking worships you, wants to spend every living moment with you.
I feel like I’m squeezing out love, wringing it out of my heart, to give to those who have none for me in return.
It hurts more than I care to admit to your face, that I make the same mistakes every damn time and it always ends up in me overdosing on Damien Rice and company.
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
I need something to break.
And yes, I am angry. I can't be expected not to be.
So angry, I don't know how I'm resisting the urge to start shouting at walls and making scenes. Or stepping on shards of broken glass. Or refusing to speak to anyone at all.
That is the whole trouble with this love thing. Falling in love is like cutting your heart into pieces and everytime something ends, you leave a piece with whoever was kind enough to break it off. If I keep going this way, I'm going to need serious therapy. And so I won't.
It's not your fault, I'm just angry and I need to let it out. I knew it was inevitable but sometimes you have to throw out hollow curses just to see if someone will listen.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Honestly, I give up on love and everything to do with it.
I try my best, I give it all I have and in the end fate still manages to screw me over.
I'm through with boyfriends. And love. And whatever else it is that people harp on about. It never works for me, and through no fault of my own.
Sometimes I feel like the defected piece someone picked up in a hurry and threw away after they realised it was broke. That's what it is.
And even if you don't have expectations, it hurts like a bitch.