Apr 2018
Journal entry #6
When he use to look at me,
the way he use to look at me...
I always felt, like he didnt know, what I lacked..
Or rather, how I am incomplete.
I felt like he saw me, for what I am, as I am.
He made me believe he was happy with me.
Happy to see me.
Every single time.
Every single day.
But he had a darkness about him.
A darkness I tried to save him from.
A darkness I couldn't compete with, no matter how much light...
I...
Myself...
Saw...
In...
Him.
When he use to look at me,
the way he use to look at me...
I always felt, like he didnt know, what I lacked..
Or rather, how I am incomplete.
I felt like he saw me, for what I am, as I am.
He made me believe he was happy with me.
Happy to see me.
Every single time.
Every single day.
But he had a darkness about him.
A darkness I tried to save him from.
A darkness I couldn't compete with, no matter how much light...
I...
Myself...
Saw...
In...
Him.
You can carve out your heart for someone. Stand there ****** and bleeding. Giving your light over to someone you love just to save them. But when you realize how unworthy they are of your light. You will either bleed to death trying to save them or lose yourself completely as they take all your light from you and casually step over you and keep going.
Chose wisely my friends.
Not everyone is worthy of your heart.
Chose wisely my friends.
Not everyone is worthy of your heart.
