Speak no lies.

“If I told you I had feelings for you, what would you do?”

I scratch the table nervously. Tell you I had feelings for you too?

“Id laugh in your face.”

Your face drops, you pull your sleeves over your hands.. you laugh nervously. You look at your hands. I look at the table.

“Okay.”

Okay? Okay what? Do you have feelings or not?

I look at your face. You look at the fields. I take a big sigh. Your attention turns towards me.

I burst.

“It’s clear you’re playing games. It’s obvious you don’t have feelings.”

Your eyebrows raise. You don’t say a word.

“You’re fake. Nothing but a liar. Looking for a way to make me attached to you.”

Your jaw tightens. Your body tenses.

“You’re not even gonna deny it? I knew it.”

“No im not going to deny it.”

“I guess that’s it then – let’s go home.”

Fight for me. Ask me to stay. Tell me I’m being stupid.

“I’m done here – let’s go.”

You walk away. You lean against your car and start playing with your phone. You don’t look up.

I walk towards mine. You don’t say a word.

“You’re an absolute asshole.”

You acknowledge my words. You unlock the door. And drive away.

I stand there speechless. It’s getting dark. The air is getting cold. I unlock my car and sit alone.

Five minutes pass – I call you.

“What do you want?”

Your voice is cold.

“Let’s not leave it like this.”

I speak softly. My words calm.

“I can’t stand your insults.”

“Come back – let’s talk.”

“Okay.”

I wait for the murmur of your car and see the raindrops fall softly on my windows. 

I shake nervously.

Could this be it.

Your car pulls up. You open the door. And you wait for me to come to you.

I take a deep breath.

“Tell me what you want from me?”

Your anger is burning. I see fury in your eyes. I see your body tense.

“How much do you think a man can take? I’ve had enough. Enough of the pain, enough of the hurt, enough of being told I’m fake. I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I’ve had enough of giving too much of a shit about you. I’m done. I hate you. I don’t give a shit about you. I never want to see you again.”

My knees go weak. My body starts to shake.

“Say something!”

My voice breaks.

“Okay.”

The words come out, but they’re lost in translation. The tears follow, my legs buckle. I lean against my car and put my head in my hands.

I feel your arms around me and you pull me close.

You bury your head in my shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re mumbling.. I let you speak.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m so hurt right now, I can’t even tell you. My heart physically aches when you do this to me. How pathetic is that? My heart is aching and all I wanna do is scream at you. I’m sorry for the things I said.. I’m angry. I still am. You just don’t get it.”

I hold you tight. Not wanting to let go. Wanting to stay safe here.. 

your body relaxes… I feel myself relax too. I start laughing.. you start laughing too.

“This is pathetic.” I whisper through tears.

“I know – we really are.”

I pull away. Aware of my make up running and your white t shirt.

You pull me towards you.

“Stay.”

“I don’t want to get make up on your shirt.”

“I don’t care. Just as long as it’s not snot.”

I laugh and you laugh too.

We stay a little longer.

“You’re nothing but poison for me.”

My heart hurts by your words but you’re right.. you will do nothing but hurt me..

I hold your head in my hands and look direct in your face.

“I have feelings for you too.”

You close your eyes. Lean yourself into my hands.

“We can’t do this.”

“I know.”

You pull away from me and hold my hands while looking me direct in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

With nothing more than a sigh and a squeeze of the hands, you walked to the car and sat there with your head in your hands.

I walked to mine and we sat in silence.

We knew we would never see each other again.

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How many times can I start again?

Hurt or attached? I couldn’t really say..

Am I consistently running after people because I miss them or is there a sense of desperation and need, the fear of being lonely?

I’ve held back to say a lot on this blog post because I know how stupid it would make me sound – especially if he ever came to read it. And now I just couldn’t care less…

I have a fear of change… of moving on.. like something terrifying is in the future for me. I want to go back to what I’m used to, because at least I know what to expect..

Why am I running away from something so fresh and exciting… why am I letting the distance bother me, when I know I will see him every few months anyway?

I have alot to prove.. not for anybody else. But for myself – I need to prove to myself that I’m not trying to hurt myself or fill an empty hole. I’m trying to move on and do what’s best for me.. and I don’t have to do that by jumping in something serious so quick.. 

Baby steps.. how far will I go before the fall terrifies me?

Baby steps.. 

There’s something brilliant about this.

Something fabulous about finding happiness in someone you never quite expected to.

There’s something heart warming about someone wanting to turn to you in times of their sadness and their joys.

There’s something heart warming in someone begging you to see them because they know you can make them smile.

There’s something so content in me that feels happy that I’ve found a friend in you.

There’s something so peaceful in knowing that we’ve both been through the exact same thing and want nothing more then just a shoulder to cry on for now.

There’s nothing more amazing then finding a friend in a stranger. There’s nothing more exhilarating than watching your loneliness disappear slowly to dust ❤️

All I want to do tonight is curl up into a tiny little ball and scream. Scream, cry and shout because I want the pain to go away.

I want to blame someone, something, a situation, an occurrence, something – anything. 

But there’s nothing. I literally just feel pain because of nothing.

There’s just something inside of me that’s eating me alive and begging for freedom and I can’t let it go. I don’t how to free myself from this nightmare and just feel happy again.

I want to be great. I want to be myself. I want love to stop hurting. I want to stop putting myself in situations where I know I can’t cope.

I want to kiss you again. Hug you again. Spend the night with you again. Laugh, cuddle and just lay with you just once.

Just one last time. I need you just for one last night.

This shit is killing me. 

I don’t know why I keep telling myself it’s okay to fall for someone new. And this time I really have.. and I don’t know how to deal with it. I don’t know how to trust him, how to let him in, be loyal and caring towards him.

I’ve damaged my own mind and I’m damaging the people around me.

I need help. I need help please.

I’m so confused… 

For months I’ve been waiting for closure.. just something, anything to make it easier to move on.

And all this time I realised it’s not you I need closure from. It’s myself.

My heart hurts because I feel like I’m not good enough. I’m a bad person. I’m panicking because I don’t think anyone will ever love me. I feel nervous around people because I know they will leave me one day.

I’m scared to fall again, because I don’t think il be able to pull myself back up.

I don’t know how to love myself. I don’t know how to love myself when it just hurts. I don’t know how to keep anyone in my life anymore.

Home..

A house has four walls.

A home has connected hearts.

Home is where the heart is, and here I found my home with you.

I found my home in your warmth and in your care. Your love, your hopes and your dreams.

I found my home in your sympathy, your humility, your selflessness.

I found my home in your frustration, your pain, your anger.

I found my home in your smile, your frown, your tears,

I’ve lived a lonely life, with a hole in my heart until I met you. 

I found my home in you. 

I feel like I’m consistently having to explain myself to you.

When you tell me that you know full well I was pushed to leave that day – I thought wow. He finally understands..

He finally understands HE pushed me to leave. He finally understands that you can’t tell a woman you don’t love her continuously, that you don’t wanna be with her, that you want her gone and expect her to sit tight and wait for you to calm down.

I left you because you didn’t want me. If you find it easier to blame me, or blame other people then that’s fine. But it’s not the truth. Don’t trust what other people tell you – when I’m here telling you exactly how I feel. 

I am not angry, I am not bitter, I blame no one.

I’m hurt, tired, and I admit defeat.

I don’t want no negativity, no hate, no blame.

I really thought I could bring the life out of you, not in general but for myself. See the personality I once fell for. Just to be satisfied that this situation didn’t break you, it didn’t change you.

You chose to move on first.. you chose to let me go first.

You should be happy. 

But now… you just bring me down. About how bad things ended, about how it could’ve been better.

And you’re doing it to yourself…

It didn’t have to be like this… you’re gonna cause so much bitterness and negativity around you.

But in regards to contacting you – that was a super bad mistake. I should never have done it.

You haven’t changed…

I feel no pain, it disguises itself well.

My demons await me, their weapons are poised.

Ready to draw blood, with no limits to the damage they want to cause.

The fear of others abuse, is nothing compared to how I abuse myself.

The games I play, telling myself I’m good enough. Mocking myself to the fullest.

I am nothing but a pawn in this game of evil. Nothing but a pawn that deserves the damage coming it’s way. 

Lost in translation..

We came close.. yet our distances never reduced. Our story remained incomplete…

It’s not necessary for the earth to always meet the sky.. True love does not always reach its destination.

There was light and colours – when you were close to me.

This world was my heaven.

And you wrote something like my name in the sand of time.

If there are only heavens here – why can’t I see you? 

The moon, the sun.. I see everything here. I have been waiting here for you to appear.. why is our story still so incomplete?

Mental Refuge.

Imagine a banana at the bottom of the fruit bowl that’s started to rot and yet you choose not to throw it away. You carry on buying more fruit, you cover the banana and the fruit bowl looks fresh and colourful.

But you know the banana is still rotting below. And everytime you fear that the rotten banana is going to show, you buy more fresh fruit to cover up the horrid sight.

The longer you leave it, the worse it becomes. It starts to blacken, leaves a horrible smell and maybe even ruin the bowl.

What’s a banana got to do with mentality? It’s exactly the same..

You have an experience you can’t cope with.. what’s the easiest thing to do? Block it out. Do something else. Buy a new car, fancy clothes, flash jewellery.. but that doesn’t help resolve your situation.. it just blocks it out.

And one day when you have to go back to that same situation.. when you have to face everything that you’ve been putting off.. it will hurt so much more. You let it rot in your mind for so long, you’ve exhausted yourself mentally, exhausted yourself by putting so much effort into blocking it out and now it’s even worse than before.

And it hurts like hell.

Your mind is begging for refuge.

Your mind is begging to break free from the trap you’ve locked yourself in.