I havent posted in AWHILEEEE. but this pretty much describes what happened and what i regret. i was looking through photos of us being happy and to know that i ruined it hurts ALOT. i will never stop feeling sorry and i think that i will never stop loving you but theres no hope for you and me. you will never trust me again and we have both changed. and i think that i will never stop loving you or missing you. but i just hope that one day we both find that happiness that we found in each other. i think i have but i cant fully enjoy it because of you.
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I am falling for you….i just hope im not falling for the wrong reasons
I dont want to break yet another heart and i dont want to hurt mine either.
My heart is scarred deep for sure for multiple reasons some my fault.
you are the opposite of what i wanted and yet im drawn to you.
im scared to take this chance but i think im going to take this leap…
i hope that this risk is worth it in the end because at the end of the day
we both deserve it.
to find someone who will make us love again and to correct the mistakes of the past.
thanks for giving me this chance. i hope that i can return the favor.
i havent thought about you in a while
and now you come back into my thoughts..
i think thats my karma
to continue to think about you
i want to move on so bad but you keep holding me back
i cried last night because i remembered how much i hurt you
and now im scared that someone will do that to me
and i would deserve it but at the same time i would hope that
this second chance will be a good one
i wish you the best and i hope that this new relationship
may be as great as we what we used to have…
I yearn to be a frozen soul…
by Elizabeth Snyder
Icy cold and feeling nothing? But it’s more comfortable to be warm.
I don’t want to be warm, heated with emotions, sparked by passion.
I would never want to feel like that.
I never want to be hurt; I never want to be left abandoned. Vulnerable, a victim.
A great human weakness; the inability to become selfless at the feet of another…
To be woven to another by the veins of the heart, blood to blood, only to be ripped apart?
Left to spill and drain, leaving you hollow.
No longer a pulse, you are cold and alone, unable to act under this condition; the catharsis is too much; hate, rage, sadness, isolation.
There is nothing to do but shut down.
There is a risk involved with feeling warmth and comfort, too often it is ephemeral.
I wish I was resilient enough to be loved.
Instead, I retreat into myself, grounded, and my feet stand alone on the frigid terrestrial floor.
