I thought if I write about it enough, it would clear things off my chest faster.
After things that happened, I still can’t believe you played me for a fool. You spent all those months trying to redeem yourself to her at the expense of my pain. I spent all those months believing that I was the special one. You spent all those months talking to her, caring for her, and loving her like you still would if you were with her despite leaving her months ago. She returned all your affection and attention so willingly. Of course she would, she wanted you back because she wasn’t over you and you broke up with her. In a way I feel really bad for her because she didn’t have enough self-respect to make you prove to her you wanted her back. You played her too.
It’s been a few months ever since our little break, yet all the hurt is only starting to come out now. I was so happy and flying like the blue bird I have always wanted to be, but I didn’t realize all the anger and pain were pent up inside. I’m slowly releasing it all bit by bit, but this is pushing us apart. I want to trust you, I want to make this work… I have never loved anybody as much as I love you. I love you so much I would set you free if it means that you’d be happier with somebody else.
But every time I sit on that bed and in that room, I get so sick of all the thoughts that the girl that created all this mess was sitting on the same spot as me just a few months ago. And that you see her and you will see her. You will see her more than you would see me in a year.
— Georges Bataille, “My Mother” (via misswallflower)
(via lifeinpoetry)
If you look at the moon at midnight and I look at the moon at 7pm
we will be on opposite side of the Atlantic staring at the same spot in space.
No one ever tells you to stare at the sun. That would be dangerous. It would hurt too much.
But if we are being honest with each other, isn’t this supposed to?
"— Sarah Jean Alexander, “You By Way Of Me” (via pigmenting)
(via lifeinpoetry)
