Letters To Him #3

I used to pity you, and all that you had gone through. Every action that had led to the scars on your heart, all the wrong you did not deserve. That is until I discovered the vengeance you seek in those you find unworthy. What defines worth, my dear? To you, the expectations on value and respect are never held to your own doing. So what defines worth? Innocent souls trip on mistakes in your path and you condemn them for life. What defines worth? You do realize that this pattern of defining another’s worth, to you, is a viscous cycle of revenge, right?

You will never find happiness and peace while battling a non-existent war. Look around, my dear, for you have wounded those around you who have had nothing but love for you. Hearts that have been misplaced due to your lack of empathy and self serving actions. I hope you finally get what you are looking for, however, I really hope you get what you deserve.

Come Find Me

I always seem to trap myself 
In the maze that is my mind
And without any navigational aid
You somehow find a way through
Constantly and effortlessly pulling me
Out of a self-created labyrinth
Not even I could escape the depths of

Never Good Enough

I once was an open sky
But you complained of no domain
So I then became a storm
To which you scorned my heavy rains
I fell down into a pond
For you to find all but arcane
So I grew into a river
Hoping to flow into your veins
My current brought me far
But see by then it was too late 
You seem to love the clouds
I guess my sky wasn’t that great

Favorite Song

Imagine a poisonous melody
That’s stuck inside your head 
And no matter what you seem to do
It’s a tune you can’t forget
But replace it with a feeling
Still on loop it will never end
Like fingertips against the skin
You will never touch again

Relentless

I will love the same way I loved before 
I will love someone even if I’m unsure 
I will love even when my heart becomes sore 
I will love until life lets me love no more

Letters To Him #2

I still can’t believe the levels of absolute sorrow you built for me, slowly pushing me into insanity. You absolutely crushed me, destroyed every broken piece of me until you were satisfied enough to walk away. I was too soft between your rough fingers, begging you to hold me gentle, you ignored all of my pleads. I begged and groveled at your feet for forgiveness for mistakes that I now realize I was never at fault for. All I desired was acceptance but you made sure to give me nothing but denial.

Letters To Him #1

I’m learning the true meaning of vulnerability. I am learning what it means to be open, fully and completely naked in my emotions no matter the consequences. I tend to close myself off after being hurt, or after learning that I can’t trust someone. And while that might be healthy in some ways, I am learning that it is okay to express you are hurt. For a full year I slowly became desensitized, incapable of feeling anything. I felt I never had a place to be open with you, and I really didn’t. Today I want you to know that the way I allowed myself to hurt in your presence was unacceptable. I will never allow self inflicted torture by “staying” ever again. Never again.