I'm really mean to my cat sometimes and I don't know why today as I lay in bed sweaty with a headache after work all I wanted was kitty cuddles
I spooned her fluffy-ness and had a flashback to when she was a kitten and you spooned me and I spooned her I awoke in the night terrified thinking I rolled over her only to find her on one side and you on the other
I had my family I was so content with my two loves
you were angry at me for getting a cat because you were allergic but again like always you failed to inform me of how you felt and later retaliated against me when I couldn't read your mind always claiming "I knew"
I'm really mean to my cat sometimes and I know why when we can't find someone or something to blame we will pick anything to make us feel better even if subconsciously we have no idea we're doing it
you were allergic to her and it strained our relationship I blamed a cat I love with all my heart because I could never understand how you could have flipped into a totally different person it's not her fault it's not my fault it's not the other man's fault it's not even your fault
losing love hurts especially when it just happens we may love until we feel our bodies writher from pain from crying we may love until we are dead
but I will not take the blame anymore and I wont put it on my cat either
you can't get mad at me because I remember when you begged and you cried on the phone and told me you read all of my poems and that you were sorry and you would make everything better
because you knew how I loved you so
but it was already so far gone it was much too late
I had already cut out a piece of my heart and soul that I will never get back
so you can't get mad at me for struggling to give you space because you and me was all I ever knew
and I made it all the ******* way back this time last year I wanted to **** myself **** MYSELF FOR JESUS ******* CHRIST AND IM STILL HERE WITH NO HELP FROM YOU
I made it I made it
I made it
tears of joy fall down my face now because I didn't do it!! I didn't do it God knew I was far too important to take my own life and that I deserved to find myself again
I can't promise you most things but I will promise you this
I won't fall in love again like I did and I'm not trying to be sentimental or nastalgic
love tears you to pieces while you think it's stitching you together until you realize the stitches were made of glass and the hands you left your heart in were made of thorns
so I stole it back and I'm stitching up myself now
I'm using my pain as my indestructible thread to piece myself back together
so you can't be mad at me for trying to deal with things the best I can
because I MADE IT BACK I DID you may have felt your own pain but you can never be in my head and I wouldn't wish that upon you
so don't accuse me of trying to destroy you when the only thing I've come close to destroying is myself
this isn't about you this has always been about me
my brain has felt foggy for quite a long time it seems only drugs can clear it away and happiness and love are able to find their way through
the hardest thing to ever accept is that this is how I am when did I become such a sad girl when I used to be the one who was always smiling
when did I become so afraid of being alone and when did I love sleeping in my bed laying in my tears rather than being outside and enjoying the Earth my heart is heavy today and it is hard to find the will to move my legs up from my bed and to walk across the street
the only thing that can give me life is people but at the same time I feel the constant desire to be alone in my thoughts
when will this constant battle end when I am dead? it frightens me to think all the pain goes away when I am no longer living but it also comforts me
everything will be okay soon I know that but today half of the day inside alone has felt like it has aged me four years and I'll look at my face in the mirror and see more lines from stress and sadness
thank goodness pain isn't reflected on the outside for I wouldn't be a pretty sight
I don't know if I'm meant to be in love, but I think, deep deep in my heart... that when I'm laying there dying, you will be there holding my hand. you're going to be the last face I see either with my eyes or my heart in my last moments.
the sadness never goes away it just peeks around the corner every so slightly so most days you just shoo it away
but then some days it blind sides you and it is screaming in your face and you have to pretend it isn't there but it's breathing your air in your comfort zone cracking your ribs from the inside
it is choking you and your heart is being held in its hands and it won't stop squeezing
it's like a mother screaming at her child in the supermarket you can intervene but you know that when they get home it is just going to continue but it will be much worse
so most times you turn your head and ignore it but your heart is still so heavy and you will never forget seeing the mother scream at her child
this sadness is hanging with me and as much as I can turn my head I will still feel it screaming in my face but no one can save me