If you look through my poems it tells the same story over and over again.
pain numb healing confusion
repeat.
you'd think I'd be tired of it by now or at least enough to put an end to it.
It's because I have fallen into the habit of not letting my brain process things. When I get hurt I have a day or two of wallowing and then I refuse to let myself get like that again.
I used to think that was healthier. Blocking everything out.
but to this day...
if you bring up my high school boyfriend I block out the fact that I envisioned my entire future with him and it still hurts thinking that it won't happen.
if you bring up my college boyfriend I block out the fact that I was so irrevocably in love with him to ever even want to put an end to the toxicity.
I block out the fact that my inability to love again is because I have already given all of my love out and I feel as though I have nothing left to give. Or maybe it's because as much as I want to experience love again I turn down any opportunity of it because of my pure fear of it not working.
Writing helps for however long it takes me to write that day I allow myself to not block everything out to take down the barrier temporarily and to feel