my heart still skips a beat
when you send a message,
my phone goes beep beep.

          we're just friends now,
          why does my heart miss beats
          when i hear your beeps?

                  why am i not over you?
                  why can't i stop,
                  stop feeling...

                           feelings so strong, like a thumb
                           hovering over
                                    your name.

I’ve never been good at asking for what I need

when I do, I fight myself every step of the way

it doesn’t seem to come out right—
or maybe I just don’t say the right words

maybe I’m not being seen or heard

is there a misunderstanding,
or do I feel misunderstood?

I don’t know—
maybe it’s all in my head

what I do know is that I don’t have the energy
to fight to be seen

maybe I’m just being dramatic

maybe I feel rejected

I don’t know if that’s sensitivity, or if my feelings are actually valid

I feel a missed bid for connection

I feel as if I am giving more than I am receiving

at times, it feels as if there’s no reciprocity

I desire, want, and need
to not feel so alone with another human being

I don’t know if I’m being irrational with this,
or dismissive to myself

I have an intense want to avoid and withdraw

I don’t know if I’m just being sensitive

I just wanted ten minutes of time, and it seems as if there’s no time at all

I expect myself from others
and let myself down when I don’t receive that

maybe I have unrealistic expectations of others

maybe I am asking for too much

maybe I am just being sensitive.

Curiosity can **** you, and a curious mind is poisonous for the human mind to give you a half-death.

Those pent-up resentments                                                      ­                                  
                              ­                                                                 ­                       
quickly turn into hate,                                                            ­                                    
                                                                ­                                                    
soon all your comments                                                         ­                         
                                                                ­                                              
become heated debates                                                          ­                          
                                      ­                                                                 ­                 
A once loving glance                                                           ­                               
                                                                ­                                                      
has turned into a glare                                                            ­                                
                                ­                                                                 ­       
Sometimes love can't be
repaired                                                         ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­  
Thick tension can be cut by a
knife                                                            ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­     
as we blame each other for our
lives                                                            ­  
                                                              ­                                                     
  The words I hate you, hang in the
  air,                                                          ­    
                                                                ­                                            
  killing the love that was once
  there                                                         ­       
                                                         ­                                                         
We sleep with our backs turned at night,                                                        
                                                                 ­                                                 
get up before the other to avoid a
fight                                                        
                                                                ­                                  
Everything's wrong, nothing's
right                                                            ­    
                                                            ­                                              
praying God will show us the light                                                            ­    
                                                                ­                                                 
 The distance between us grows on &
on                                                          
                                                                ­                                                  
we turn down the stereo playing our song                                                             ­               
                                                                ­                                                
Your wedding ring lies on the nightstand,                                                      ­                
                                                                ­                                                 
 and mine is no longer there on my
  hand                                                          ­              
                                                                ­                                            
You're eating fast food all by
yourself.                                                        ­    
                                                                ­                                                   
  you know they're talking to someone
   else                                                             ­                   
                                                                ­                                    
There are times life is just not
fair,                                                            ­          
                                                      ­                                                            
and sometimes love can't be repaired

I once thought I was crazy
I doubted you were even real
I thought I was in a psych ward once
But reality has been revealed

I wasn't in a ****** bin
You and I had really met
And you did everything I thought
Now you claim that you regret

You beg for my forgiveness now
You say just one more try
But you made me think I was crazy
You made me wish to die

You lied and cheated and gaslit me
Till I was nothing but a shell
Then you left me for dead
You chose somebody else

It wasn't until I told you
That I had nothing left to give
I stopped giving you my time
And I remembered how to live

Now suddenly you need me back
News flash but I'm not blind
I finally see the truth for what it was
My whole world was realigned

You forced me to come to terms
With the full picture of us
And honestly I can not believe
I had ever gave a ****

I am trying to stop looking for you
signs or silence, there's nothing to decipher
no run-ins or coincidence
I don't even know if it'd satisfy
a glimpse of a life
that still holds out hope
for me, for us
because for all I know
that doesn't exist anymore

I went today
I have not been going  
so many reasons
So many things
How hard it feels how much it hurts
How much I miss where I was
How Starting over is more challenging than it was to begin in the first place
How much I miss the way it used to feel vs how much pain I’m in now
I know I know I must keep going to make it hurt less but I’m afraid and avoiding the pain of hurting witch makes me hurt more in other ways
I feel as if I’ll never be winning again this is my season of loosing
I have lost where I was and I don’t know how to find my way back with out going
I went today
It hurt

silence that fills
an empty room
no people left,
just memories.
their fights, their screams
and that first kiss.

they both poured from their empty cups
they broke the cup
and gave the glass

and piece by piece,
and stitch by stitch,
their love has morphed
into deep pain
just open wounds
that bleed in vain

it was too hard,
for them to see
the masochists
they came to be.