Just Remember

Originally posted on Scribbler Café:

Can you see me? I am here. I’ve been here all along. I see you crying out for me as you clutch my jacket to your chest and breathe in my scent.
Can you feel me? I am holding your face. I feel your heart hurting when you think of me. I feel your chest tighten when you realize it’s been so long without me.
Can you hear me? I am telling you there will be rest. I hear you whispering my name in your sleep, your voice cracking under the weight of your grief.

Just remember. I am here. I am holding your face. I am telling you there will be rest.

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I was told not to blog so I didn’t, well I did I just didn’t post it… Until now.

 

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So I’ve been told not to blog.

I know that no one on this rock knows me better than you so I’m pretty sure you are expecting this, probably waiting for it, and if you hate me well, I’ll just take the hate.

You know I truly had no intention of ever writing to you again.

I actually dreamt of you 3 or 4 nights ago.

It was amazing.

I wasn’t searching for you.

None of your features were blurred.

It was your smiling face and amazing blue eyes.

We weren’t fighting.

We weren’t hiding from anyone.

You didn’t reject me.

We spent a lot of time just snuggling together smiling and me hiding my face in your chest.

It wasn’t some steamy porno dream (damnit) but we did at some point find each other but there was nothing rushed or phony about it.

I felt happy, loved, and peaceful.

It was amazing.

I woke up feeling less heavy than I have in a long time.

I took it as a sign that my soul was finally accepting the fact that it had to go on without you and that I needed to accept it now also.

So I did.

And now this.

Not even 72 hours later and I’m sitting here with tears streaming down my face, mascara smeared, broken (again), hurting, not breathing, wondering why the fuck I am so fucking stupid?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I should have listened to my soul when it was screaming at me to ignore you no matter how hard it was.

But I didn’t.

I’m a fucking idiot.

I’m weak when it comes to your love.

I will fall for it everytime.

I still believe in it. (hey I already said I was an idiot ok sorry)

I think I will want to believe in it forever. Why wouldn’t I? I spent years of my life believing it. I truly saw myself believing in it for an eternity.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

You still don’t want to admit to anyone close to you that I mean something to you.

You don’t want any of them to know that you care about me.

So who are you lying to?

Me?

Them?

Yourself?

There has to be a reason why you didn’t want me to blog about our conversations or Skype.

What is it?

You must really be lying to someone to go out of your way to make it a point to tell me you’d regret it because I would blog/Facebook/tell people.

Who would I tell?

I guess the bigger question is who would you NOT tell?

And if they mean so fucking much to you then why continue to fuck with me?

Why pretend like you love me and want to start over if it’s all just fucking bullshit?!?!?!?!?

I don’t think I will ever understand how you could say that you shared the love that I had for you when you over and over again you hurt/break/tear me down? If you had the love that I have/had there would be no way that you would ever want to hurt or see me hurt the way that you have.

I started this last night.

As we were arguing via text.

Before you text me and called me.

Before we Skype’d.

Before we spent time just being US.

Before we laughed as we tried to remember why we were fighting in the first place and then spent time trying to figure out why we started fighting in the first place.

Before we spent time just talking to each other, not yelling/fighting/crying(well a little bit of crying, it’s me duh)/hanging up on each other/blaming/denying.

I miss that so bad.

I miss the way that whatever we are doing it just flows, there is no awkwardness, everything smoothly transitions into the next. I’m happy that there was very little lovey dovey mushy gushy stuff. It was simply just US.

I missed the way you make me laugh.

I missed looking up to see your smile and blue eyes looking back at me.

But…

I’m sure it was a mistake.

I’m sure you really aren’t going to change.

I’m sure no one knows that you are talking to me.

I’m sure that you’d deny deny deny that any of the above happened.

I’m sure that I haven’t crossed your mind today.

I’m sure that I could keep calling for days and if you weren’t by yourself then you wouldn’t respond or aknowledge me.

And I am requiring more of that from people that I allow into my life.

On another note I have a new anthem check it out. I think it is amazefuckingballz!!

 

Do You Love Me?

moon lover:

I don’t post much anymore. That doesn’t mean I don’t write.
It’s best when someone can take the words from my soul and speak them for me.
Tonight this post did just that. I feel like Josephine Ranes reached right into my soul and found a way to put my brokenness into words.
Thank you.
Your words saved me tonight…

Originally posted on Never Quite Broken:

Does your voice crack

When you speak about me

In circles unaware of what we have?

Then you fumble for things

Even for words

Because I have taken over your thoughts?

Do I lay like a sleeping tigress in your mind

Only being woken

By the sudden desire of me?

The wanting of me,

Does it keep you awake at night?

Do you touch yourself to make it stop?

Does that ever really work?

Are there women in this world

That wish they were me

Having a man as great as you?

Are there men out there

Jealous of you

Wishing they had me worship them instead?

Are there couples out there

Wishing they had just a little bit

Of what you and I have in our love?

Did I take up resident

In your heart

A place you will always keep for me?

Did you know that your touch

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I miss me too… But not as much as I miss you.

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Where to begin?

I mean… I shouldn’t even have to begin again but I am so fucking stupid that as soon as you showed me any kind of attention I melted for you like a snow cone in fucking Phoenix… pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.

And here I am.

Re writing the same fucking story just another night.

One of the things saving me this time is that I don’t believe anything anymore so the bullshit you were spewing, via Skype non the less ( I said I was pathetic okay geez I get it), didn’t really mean anything to me. If it had been the me from just a few months ago, the one that fought every second of every day for a love that didn’t exist (ya that’s the one), then I would most likely be broken on the floor again after you disappeared again after only a few text messages and several days.

But it wasn’t that me.

It was the broken, shattered, doesn’t feel a fucking thing Me. The one who doesn’t believe in any bullshit forever love, the one who doesn’t believe in soul mates, because if they existed you were mine and you are gone so they cant exist. So I just kind of brush the tears that slowly fall while almost smiling on the inside because I the one thing I did believe was that you wouldn’t stay for long and you didn’t mean a thing you said. You never have.

None of that means that it doesn’t hurt, that I am not sad that you would hurt me again after seeing and knowing how broken I truly am.

Because I am.

I hurt.

I’m sad.

I don’t sleep.

Not a second goes by that you aren’t running through my soul….

I’m sorry I will never be enough for you….

I’m sorry.

Go and fix your makeup Girl, it’s just a break up… fck it.

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It’s not really writing to you if I only say I’m thinking of you… is it?

Cuz I’m thinking of you, I’m so sad thinking about what we could have been, of how amazing a love like ours could have made this fucked up thing called life worth it..

But it’s whatever now.

We are nothing…

I’m still trying to accept a lifetime without US. It’s obviously going really well seeing as I’m still not sleeping and it’s been weeks and weeks…

I’m feeling more alone & alive than ever and I’m terrified… You should be too.

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It’s been way too fucking long….

TGIF?

TGImstillaliveandbarelybreathing is more like it..

You’re nothing but a dirty hope crusher… Moving on without you.

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I Forgot To Tell Her

moon lover:

Love love love this…

Thank you never quite broken.

Originally posted on Never Quite Broken:

Wait!

 

I forgot to tell her you’re broken

I forgot to tell her you lie,

I didn’t get to her fast enough

Not before you made her cry.

 

I forgot to mention the heartache you cause

How you rip every woman in half,

That when you talk of how you’ve injured these ladies

You and your friends sit and laugh.

 

I failed to mention the stories you tell

How rotten your past has been,

Yet you repeat this path of destruction

Over and over again.

 

I’d like to tell her about you

How you ruin the best ladies souls,

You take the ones that are vulnerable

Then rake them over the coals.

 

I forgot to tell her you tricked me

How I fell right into your trap,

How you told me I was your very heart and soul

Then claimed that was all crap.

 

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I got another fck you text from you again… I text you with no response for months but now you’re sending the f bombs almost daily. Lucky lucky me.

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I’ll do all my writing in picture quotes from now on.

Thank you Amanda Torroni for saying it so perfectly for me.

If the love you share is mad, passionate, crazy, unforgettable, eternal & comes from the depths of your soul and HE WALKS AWAY… Then He never meant a thing he said and you’re better off without him!

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I was going to continue to write here but I am not.

I don’t feel better when I write to you anymore and really I don’t have anything left to say to you.

Or your EX WIFE who decided to stalk me down and read this (and I’m the crazy, psycho right?).

You were the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.

I will walk away with my head held high and only take the good that I got out of US because, no matter what anyone wants to think or thinks that they know, we made so much good!

You showed me that even though you were a phony/fake/lying/cheating lover, I am able to love from the depths of my soul with a love that is everlasting.

I know that I can allow someone in and see the deepest darkest parts of me.

I have learned through all of this that the love I felt and the amazingness that was made, came from my soul, the depths of my soul, which means I can feel all of these things again.

I just have to find someone worthy of the love that I have to offer.

And you are not that person.

But I am learning now, quicker than ever, that all of the good things that you said I had other people see in me as well and they voice them to me. Maybe they have been saying them the whole time but I have been so deafened by our love that I didn’t hear them.

But I am hearing them loud and clear now.

And I am trying my hardest to not brush them off or shush them but to take each one with a smile and a thank you instead.

Oh, and I did want to give you one more THANK YOU for calling/texting/sexting and video messaging the other night and then leaving with a FUCK YOU again after figuring out you weren’t getting anything.

Mucho appreciated!!

How nice for you to waltz back in for only sixty-ish minutes, because I am sure that either that little girl or someone else became available that was more important than me, and pretend to care and love and miss me telling me how much you do but then immediately switch to a fuck you, you’re done?!

You make me laugh!

You don’t have the option of being done!

Because you never had another chance my dear!

I meant it when I said I will love and care about you forever!

I truly will from the depths of my broken, but healing,  soul.

But I will love myself just as fucking much.

And I will NOT  allow myself to be surrounded by people who are neither honest or sincere, people who lie, cheat, and treat me with no respect, who are cold-hearted and soul-less, who tell me one thing to my face while telling some little kid/EX-Wife/friends that I meant nothing to you and were nothing but just some chick you used to date, that I am crazy and won’t leave you alone and keep blowing up your phone (has your phone rang or have you received a text from me in weeks? Didn’t think so, with the exception of the EX incident) while never telling them that you have been filling me full of bullshit lies and texts/emails/voicemails/video messages/love sessions begging me not to give up that you loved and wanted me blah blah blah…

You were all of those things to me.

I had to revise the ending and remove my snarky comments to your EX, just in case she decides to come back and take a peak, because I realized that bitch has no place here and never will.

How fitting that this song just came on Pandora while I’m posting my final goodbye…

In all the world… there is no better heart for me like yours.

In all the world… there is no better love you for like mine.

~Maya Angelou

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