I got you donโt even care or think about how it feels on my side. Really sucks.
there must be higher love
youโre doing a really good job of losing me though.
I got you donโt even care or think about how it feels on my side. Really sucks.
there must be higher love
youโre doing a really good job of losing me though.
I wanted so badly to be in your life
Like actually be something in your life and be welcomed into your life
But I canโt make you want me to be in your life
I canโt make you feel something you donโt feel naturally
Maybe you are just a transition
Teaching me a valuable lesson
To value myself
So the person who values me and wants me to be in their life and shows me by words backed up with action comes along
I still believe in true love
Iโve been hurt many times and I still can love
I do love you
But I donโt think you see me
All of me
And you arenโt willing to let me into your life
So what can i do but just accept it for what it is And accept you for who you are
And know that right around the corner
Is someone who truly accepts me and wants me and shows me consistently that Iโm someone they love and want to keep around.
It does hurt that itโs not you
Right now
because right now I feel the way I do about you
But I canโt feel that forever – with keeping it the way you have.
Itโs not me stopping us from growing with each other
I know you have a lot going on
But here I am trying to show you and give you my love
Ana I donโt think you really care to see that right now
And take it for granted a bit
Until itโs No longer there.
Iโm sorry your ex didnโt see what I see
And didnโt want you the way I want you
But Iโm also sorry you donโt see me the way someone else will see me
And want me the way someone else will want me
We all gave out lessons we have to learn
i.l.y.r.r.
i.w.y.t.l.m.
Some things donโt end โ they just fade until you forget what you were listening for.
I still catch fragments sometimes โ
a word half-remembered,
a look that lingers longer than it should,
the faint aftertaste of something almost real.
Iโve stopped trying to name it.
Not everything lost is meant to be found.
Some ghosts earn their silence.
And I’ve stopped mistaking it for loss

In a world of familiar faces, he stands outโa rare, warm soul whose connection sparks newfound emotions, challenging me to rethink love and discover inner peace amidst chaos.
heโs someone I never imagined would consider
someone like me, a hidden whisper
maybe Iโve been too blinded to perceive
or too settled in cycles, tricked to believe
Iโve had my share of the same old pain
too many players dancing in the rain
yet he stands apart, a mirror, a chance
so alike in spirit, but a different dance
he embodies warmth, unlike all the rest
caring, kind, in ways Iโve never guessed
when we touch, the world fades away
itโs a spark I thought Iโd never display
what flows for him is deeper than ink
and his open heart makes me stop and think
the way he shows he cares is a rare release
igniting the best within, where I find my peace.
You were just like all the rest
Not from LA
You don’t like being rejected
But you do it to someone who actually has a good heart
And that is fine with me
Maybe you enjoy the rejection
Even when they reject you and then want you back (after the other guy didn’t work out )
And you want kids
They said they didn’t
Until you let them go
Bevause they didn’t want you.
And when they wanted you back it was becsuse whatever new person they wanted to explore didn’t work out and they can’t be alone
So they knew you would take them back
And I bet you did
Bevause it is a game
And you like being played
Like a fool
That’s not love
That’s manipulation
And so you get what you give
By people who are the same as you.
I would rather be alone
Than to be with shitty people
That tell you who they want you to think they are
But are actually the complete opposite
I just believed you
But I should have known.
You can’t out here
Chasing a dream and
Most of those people
Aren’t decent people
The love you want
And the things you expect from others
You can’t even do yourself
At least I know now
Before I had your babies.
Most people who move to this town
Trying to be someone or something
Make my town a shittier place.
And I really wish they would stop.
Do that in your own town.
Where you’re nobody
Just like you make people here feel
That’s actually you
Back rooms
With the spill of souls
And spirits
You can hear a pin drop
Or the sound of ice shoveled
Into vessels
Transporting spirits
Into souls.
On a night like this
There is no excitment like you
There is no one I wish to share myself to
But you.
You hate me for the wrong reasons
Because I say the things you dare not see (maybe too true or maybe too ugly) within yourself
I love you for saying all the things that i know and do see (As ugly as they are)
within myself
But I don’t look at you as someone I can use
I don’t like at you as something cheap
If you let me
I would keep you safe
I would show you love
But you don’t want that
You would rather misunderstand me
And hate me
Bevause you have been used and discarded
And now that’s how you treat anything that isn’t easy
Or anyone that would deal with you at your worst
As long as you were there to deal with my worst
Which gets easier and falls away the more you give me a reason to trust that you’ll be there when shit goes down
And I’m someone you want on your team when shit goes down
But on a night like this
I watch the many
Some baring souls
Some burying souls
writing for the next spirit to pour
And wishing you were here with me.
I know what I need to work on.
I’m not a bad person
I don’t attack people and get super mean and defensive every time they express how they feel to me – just because I don’t want to look at how messed up of a person I’ve been
I know what I need to work on
But if I’m surrounded by someone who gaslights me every time I say something they don’t like or don’t want to hear
Then the problem isn’t me
My friend asked me why I would want him
And I said, โWant? No. No. No. Wantedโฆ past tense. Iโve remembered who I am and who I am doesnโt want any of him.โ
Sometimes us girls can get stupid and tripped up in a moment over someone that when given a little space – we are able to see the situation more clearly.
And I saw the situation and who he really is
I donโt know what I was thinking.
Or what I saw in him that was even good for me.
My friend said to me โI know you. Youโre passionate, kind, caring, loving, thoughtful, a little feisty at times- but at least I know how you feel instead of having to guess if somethingโs wrong- youโre intuitive, smart, creative, funny and loyal As fuck. You are an artist. You made choices that were good for you and You never needed to be with someone to feel complete. If you wanted to be with someone you could. If you wanted to get married you would have. There are many amazing guys you could be with right now if you wanted to but you donโt. You enjoy your space. Iโm surprised you even went out with someone who acts like you should be grateful for the crumbs he throws you.โ
I thanked her. She was right. I canโt believe it either
A woman like me is only good to a man who is willing to give back.
Who treats her with respect
And he didnโt
So I stopped being respectful back
He set the guidelines by his actions
I lost respect for him
And treated him the way he treated me
Now I feel nothing for him except a yuck that i wonโt have in my life again
Besides i see how he treats people that actually want him
LIKE SHIT
Why would I desire any part of it?
But I think he wants someone who doesnโt want him or someone who just leaves him for someone else.
So that us what he will have.
Thatโs what he deserves.
I donโt care
Thatโs what he deserves.
This will be my last post about him. Itโs made me feel better to write it out but I usually only write about the things I care about and he is not one of them. Goodbye
Iโm sorry
I saw your effort.
I care about your feelings
I wasnโt trying to hurt you.
I want you to feel safe.
I just want to feel safe too.
he learned
you can love someone
and still be
completely
alone.
even when theyโre breathing
in your bed,
in your ear,
in your mouth.
she learned
you can fuck a man
and still
never get close enough
to touch the part of him
that matters.
she waited.
not for roses.
not for some grand confession.
just the small things.
a call that meant something.
an answer that wasnโt
a dead end.
a moment where she didnโt have to
wonder
where she stood.
but she was always
on the outside.
looking in
at a world
he wouldnโt share.
and stillโ
she stayed.
because he carried damage
like a religion.
and she thought
if she loved him hard enough,
loud enough,
real enough,
he might finally
feel clean.
but some people
donโt want to be touched
where it hurts.
they just want you close enough
to prove
theyโre still bleeding.
he was still chasing ghosts.
not running after the one who left him,
but running
from the bruises left behind.
and somehow,
she became the place
he went
to feel less hollow.
not whole.
justย less.
and when you love someone
who only wants a place
to rest their grief,
you become
the silence
they never apologize for.
and she?
she gave too much
too long
too softlyโ
until she forgot
how to ask
for anything at all.
but one day
the quiet
got too loud.
the hunger
too sharp.
and she walked.
no big scene.
no screaming match.
just absenceโ
clean and cold.
like winter
after a fire.
and heโ
heโll think of her
in moments
he wonโt admit.
when itโs dark.
when itโs late.
when the phone doesnโt ring.
not because she was perfect.
not because she begged.
but because
she was realโ
and he
wasnโt ready
for that
now there’s a quiet
he can’t name
that follows him everywhere.
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