You shudder when he comes near sometimes though. Still afraid to trust, still afraid to love. Too many bad memories linger on your harmed skin too many body parts and fingers have been where they should not have been.
You never stood up to me I always had to run the show. I guess that’s why I left you darling I was so bored being with someone and yet still feeling so alone.
It burns deep down all the things you wished you could have seen before they disappeared
I clean it up with toilet paper and flush the blood and the memories of you away. For good.
Seeing you again breaks me open. All the emotions I held back from within
you knew that maybe if you had landed after searching for dry land in a sea of potential hazards and no ones on some long-lost island you’d have to stay there forever with the wrong person until death finally came to claim you.
We’d lack glory and patience. Purity and holiness. We’d combine familiarity with tenderness. We’d fuck more often and we’d talk a lot less.
stop playing the victim when what happened between us ended not because of what I said but because of what you did do. And it was you that wanted goodbye to last for eternity.
Starting over isn’t just about moving to another state, neighborhood, or house, changing careers, getting rid of fake friends or terrible spouses, or about running away. Starting over is a state of mind. It means that when something has finished, something new must and will inevitably begin, and you are making the choice to start over as a person that directs the journey for what that new beginning will look like.