i miss you not the latest you but the good man you used to be not the physical ,but the intention, the real you. the intention was there good or not i felt it and to me, yeah to me it felt right. it took a while, no doubt but after the long contemplation night after night conversation after conversation date after date.. the feeling was there.
but how could you have hurt me so easily, when you were so good to me? how can someone who cares so much throw it away in one moment?
reality checks hit hard - you never really cared. or maybe you did but my definition of caring for someone is way different than yours.
good can turn into bad in one second happiness can be lost in two one foolish mistake is all it takes for all those memories to become regrets
regrets, to let go and let down your walls because trust.. its not just a figment of your imagination it's something that you work for something that you fight so hard for and it's amazing, and yet so terrifying how it can be lost all in one moment.
one moment of disbelief when the creases on my hands become little rivers and my heartbeat is amplified through my eardrums when I feel like the world could have stopped and heard it themselves. so dumbfounded that there were no thoughts. just anger. pure solid complete anger. anger so powerful it was the one emotion that ever had taken over my whole body completely absorbed, entangled in one messy, moment. one moment of happiness does not compare to the amount of anger and pain you put me through.
but see it's moments like these that remind us of how weak we can be- did I do something ? was it all a lie? was everything- every heart felt word you whispered, every meaningful sentence you texted, every comforting conversation uttered through the phone, all the assuring hugs and kisses. a lie.
was it real? i couldn't help but to think to myself that it was my fault. because every single time you somehow managed to twist my thoughts into believing that somehow .. it was my fault. like i was the one in the wrong, like i was the one who didn't care enough. I guess I wasn’t enough. my fault ? and then it hit me. it hit me right in the stomach. it hit me hard, numbing spread throughout my body.
that's when the rivers on my palms ceased to flow when my heart beat finally came back to the normal low. my fault ? yes. my fault for trusting you. my fault for listening to you when things got pretty hard. my fault for believing that you had actually -changed.
change. i have. hurt me, you have. but i have changed, my mentality now runs through the ice cold rocks which make up the walls that surround me. trust, that's *******. no, you. you're *******.
Your fault, definitely. You see you- lost Me. All those moments, I don’t regret now. I learn. You are a lesson learned. And in the end when the anger is over, when the feelings have completely withered and died when the site of your face doesn’t phase me at all