Is it Turtles All the Way Down?

Just when you least expect it, he surprises you.

He knows his worth and refuses to settle.

He cares like no one ever has.

Considerate and kind.

Gives you piece of mind.

Damaged but not broken.

Hurt but still open.

Makes promises he can keep.

Always listens when you speak.

Distance can’t keep him away.

His love is here to stay.

Or is he full of shit? 

-Rule

Advertisements

When you’re “in your feelings…”

It feels like the world is collapsing on you.

You’re up at a time that you shouldn’t be.

Thinking about shit that you shouldn’t be.

Sad about the same stuff you’ve been sad about for the past year.

Feeling low and depressed and down and out.

Replaying scenes in your head every second.

Missing all of it when you shouldn’t be.

So you turn on some music to drown it all out.

Drown out your feelings long enough to get out of them. If only for the length of your playlist.

-Rule

Inspired by SSS

You’re Dead to Me?

Why do you keep me stuck in between holding on and letting go?

When I asked you what you wanted,

You said you wanted space.

You said you wanted to be left alone.

You said you needed time to get your shit together.

I said “okay, I can give you space.” But the look on your face said you wanted more than space.

So I continued, “Do you want to be left alone for now or forever?”

“For now,” you said, unconvincingly.

My heart broke slightly more with each passing second. 

“Do I even matter to you?”

“You matter…to a certain extent. But nothing  really matters”

“Uh, okay John Green. Sure oblivion is inevitable and we’re all going to die, but do you care about what I want? Do you care about me?”

“…..uh….not really…sometimes…”

“How are we friends if you don’t care about me?”

“I don’t care about what’s important to you.”

Under my breathe, “what’s the fucking difference?” Then louder, “If you didn’t want a friend, why try to be my friend in the beginning?”

“…because I’m an asshole.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. So what happens if I don’t leave you alone”

“I’ll just ignore you”

“Okay…”

End of conversation. 

After that you started ignoring my texts and calls.

Was it the apathy and depression talking? Your self-loathing post teen angst.

Or did I never mean anything to you.

I never got to ask why you said ‘love you’ the other day when we parted ways.

I never got to ask if I was special to you.

I never got to ask why not just tell me to leave you alone forever if you didn’t care about me anyway.

There’s exactly a month until I leave. Until you’ll never have to see me again or hear my voice. 30 days. And hopefully I’ll never have to feel this way again.

Empty and depressed and anxious one second and feeling like I’m going to vomit the next.

Soon, I’ll be dead to you. No longer holding on or letting go. Just gone forever.

A Distraction

When we met, you said you didn’t want to be a distraction to me. But, I think the opposite is true.

Maybe all the other stuff I’m doing is just distracting me from what I’m supposed to do here.

Maybe I’m here to find love and friendship.

Maybe I’m here to find the person that is supposed to show me that it’s okay to trust and its okay to be vulnerable.

Honestly, I’ve never just liked someone so completely and so unconditionally before I met you.

I’m so good at picking things apart and finding problems in everything  and everyone. But the things that I thought I didn’t like, I like about you.

Like our first kiss.

We spent the whole night avoiding it. But the tension built. I sat on the counter as you stood in front of me, our lips barely grazing. And then we kissed, like it’s the one thing we were both waiting for.

It felt right in all the right ways. I wanted more. I wanted to be more. But when you asked if we could be together, I said no.

And I know it was the right thing to say because eventually you would’ve lost interest in me or found out how broken I really am. But a part of me wishes that we were together. If only for a little while.

If only to have a million of those kisses again. If only to have you wrap your arms around me again. If only to know what it’s like to be with someone as special as you.

If only to show you that you deserve to love and be loved, too. ❤

If only to have the privilege of getting my heart broken by you.

If only as a distraction.

I Hope One Day You Fall Madly in Love

A while back I told you that I truly hoped that one day you find someone that you could fall head over heels in love with, even if it wouldn’t be me.

You seemed surprised when I said it. But I was being honest.

I know that I could never make you happy, and even though it pains me to say it, I hope you find someone better.

Someone that you wake up and think about every morning and someone that makes you want to stay up all night.

You deserve the kissing in the rain, can’t wait to hold you, ‘okay’ will be our always kinda love.

You deserve someone that understands you and makes you smile and laugh and cry tears of joy all in the same day.

You deserve someone that can take you out of your depression, if only for a little while, and show you the light.

You deserve happiness.

And I know you believe happiness comes from within, but its a whole lot easier when there’s someone that’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of standing next to you.

And even though you didn’t choose me, I hope one day you fall madly in love. And live happily ever after.

The Pit in Your Stomach

The feeling you get in the pit of your stomache when the person you like doesn’t like you in the same way.

Its Unexplainable. Indescribable. Unsettling.

Something that feels like a combination of anxiety, shame, feardepressionguilt. With a hint of panic and reluctance. And a dash of worry and stress.

The feeling comes when you reach out and they don’t reach back.

It comes whenever you think about them when you know you shouldn’t.

It comes whenever you see them and your heart skips a beat while they never notice.

But the sad part is that you believe that it’s possible to fall head over heels, kissing in the rain, I can’t live without you in LOVE.

And no matter how much you wish that it is that kinda love, you know that this it isn’t.

If it was real, they would like you as much as you like them. They would get the same butterflies. They would smile at the sound of your voice. They would feel their heart flutter when they look in your eyes.

But they don’t like you. And it hurts. Your body physically aches.

And you’re left wishing you were different. Wishing you were better. Wishing that you looked like and acted like their perfect dream.

But you don’t. And you can’t. And every day it hurts.

But maybe, just maybe, one day it’ll start to hurt a little less.

You deserve to love and be loved. ❤