We were just kids. And I think that is what hurts the most. I didn’t know what I was doing. Those compliments became rude comments because I was angry. I was angry that I was holding back my feelings to satisfy the ones that gave me this life. I was angry because I fell in love with you and I felt like I was suffocating in nothing but disappointment. From everyone, but mostly you. Because you were the one I should have put first.
You fell right into my arms for me to then show you how hurtful and destructive I could be. I was. I was so consumed by fear. You are right. However, I was not embarrassed of us.. I just wasn’t strong enough to withstand the judgment of every mind. The looks and whispers that echoed in every direction. I didn’t like that kind of attention.
I loved us.
After a few months of being in a dark place I had to let you free. I did it in the worst way possible. I remember. You cried and pleaded for something, anything. I gave you nothing. A smile, a single movement, two words that would have solved all of our problems. I’m bisexual. And I’m proud of it.
But instead I hid in fear of judgment. I sat quiet and let you feel alone. I let you go to bed wondering if you were good enough. I let you think that I didn’t love you. I let you think that I didn’t care.. when I cared so much, just not about my own damn future. I did. And I regret it.
My life would have turned out completely different if I had the courage and the belief in myself to say that I loved a girl. A girl that is beautiful, kind, courageous, loyal, humble and resilient. A girl that would do anything to keep the peace, a girl that thinks about everybody else but herself. A girl that sacrificed so much time to deal with a monster like me. A girl that is so incredibly wicked smart but still gave me everything, she still chose to believe in me. A girl whose jokes were too serious but still made me laugh. A girl that stood proud in herself but held back so much just to have me love her half way.
You deserved so much more. You DO deserve so much more.
There was a time when I sang man in the mirror with so much joy. There was a time when stoplights where the highlight of my night. There was a time when movie theaters/drive ins felt magical. There was a time when I looked forward to sending/receiving those long sweet notes. There was a time when I should have made the tough choices because no matter what, I had you at the end of the day. And now all I have are these memories of a time when I was truly happy to be myself.
I guess never live for other people. Never feel that you are indebted to something else. Never be afraid of the endless possibilities of what your insecurities can blossom into. You are UNSTOPPABLE if you let yourself.
To my first love, I apologize. For everything I have caused you. For the emotional distance. For the physical disconnection. For the mental distress. For the pain I have committed. You gave me your heart. Only for me to shut you out and push you away.
To my first love, I let you walk away without ever truly telling you how I feel.
While i was listening to this song by Paloma Faith. I realized that sometimes it’s not the butterflies you feel in your stomach or suddenly your world slows down when you see someone you like that tell you that you are in love but the PAIN! Yes, the pain!
Kaya pala pag tinatanong mo ang isang tao kung bakit ka nagpapakatanga sa taong iyan??? Eh nasasaktan kana.
The ones that we afraid of , the ones that makes us feel wanted now and tomorrow you ask "is there something wrong", for hours on end constantly questioning your existence wondering are you good enough for someone that is not good enough for you? ,or wondering should I leave this and never turn back cause am not losing anything but my integrity or maybe my sanity, that's better cause I depended on you when depression walked through my front door I made you teddy cause I was too scared to look within the dark room called myself. "Will you help" I shouted to you more like commanded cause I thought that once someone come into your life they were suppose to heal you, they were suppose to come into that dark room and light it up . Maybe its normal to ask or command you to love when I clearly see am not the one you want, maybe its normal for you to lose yourself hoping, just hoping that I will come into that room with you and keep you company. I thought I was loving but I was hurting. "Am sorry " are the words we're always quick to say cause what can we say when we don't really mean it I want you to love me I guess it normal for me to be selfish so why am I being selfless. I guess that's normal.
Roses are red,
Not like blood but love,
Roses are red like love,
But love is red like anger,
Red like the scars you drew on me,
Red is the colour of love,
The colour that pushed you away from me
"No baby. I said I was sorry. Can't you accept my apology, Clara? I forgive you for all the times you did me wrong, why can't you forgive me too? You're just gonna throw everything away of all we've been through these past several years we've been together? Is that how it's gonna be?"
*through the tears, his eyes were getting blurred and he wasn't thinking straight as he held up the gun to Clara's neck wanting to do the unthinkable and take her life*
Tự nhủ với bản thân rằng nếu lần này có thể vượt qua thì chúng ta sẽ bên nhau đến mãi về sau. Nhưng tiếc là anh đã không đủ kiên trì, anh ấy block toi luon ròiii… 🫠
I wasn't looking for love when you came to me out of the dark and made it your business to knock on my hearts door again. But you treated your attempt at loving me like a car sellsman does his favorite new car on the lot. It was cheap and see through able. And it didn't make me want to buy from you. Instead I laid there arms stretched wide slow deep breaths of desire and anticipation waiting for you to give me something worth holding onto. Worth picking up and breathing in like a flower that wants to take bloom. How could you ? Just catch me on fire to let me burn out. Let a beautiful thing fade into a dark existence. For this I hope you get burnt on your own edges and somehow they drag you down like they did me. Love shouldn't make you this angry. And I don't believe it did. It was the way you handled it so carelessly and left my red heart beating dead. 💔💀🥀
Lehet soha nem olvasod, de én nem szerettem volna, hogy így végződjön. Te voltál a mindenem. Ismerted minden titkomat és én meg a tiedet. Ha néha túl sok voltam az csak azért volt, mert mindenki azt adja, amire legjobban vágyik. Azt mondtad lehetünk barátok mindezek után. Én újra hittem neked. Most mégis mindenhol tiltottál. Csak az érdekelt mindig, hogy hogy vagy. Én tényleg hiszek bennünk. Én tényleg csak téged szeretlek. Úgy tűnik egyenlőre az utunk szét vált. Remélem minden úgy alakul az életedben, ahogy szeretnéd.
The love game is not a specific game with established rules, but rather a term used to describe the interactions and dynamics of a romantic relationship.
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