Why you got to be so rude… I’m just a human too.

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I ran away to the ocean. You finally told me goodbye, even if you were too chicken shit to say it to me in real time so you video messaged it to me in a text, and I’m positive that whatever tiny embers of us that remained have died. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched it.

Enough to make me puke, literally.

This is my weekend to begin truly letting you go.

And since I don’t have a choice in letting you go any longer I’m finding some comfort in the beauty of the waves as they crash angrily into the shore.

I miss you so much already…

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I would have loved you forever. The good kind of love.

I don’t even know what to say or where to begin because there is so much crashing around up there.

I keep replaying a conversation I had with Him recently. He was yelling/telling me how I am wasting my time looking for the kind of love that doesn’t exist. He was trying to convince me how I should give in and have sex with him, how that would be the best solution to our ‘problems’ (which are pretty much he wants sex and I don’t, I should though because if I just gave in it would probably make things less tense here but I can’t do it because I’m stuck on stupid and don’t see myself with anyone else but you which is fucking ridiculous because you don’t ever want to be with me again so if I am basically sentencing myself to a life of sexual misery…)

See what I mean about I don’t know where to begin.

I can’t even explain all the crazy that is going on inside of me right now.

I am having a hard time making any kind of decision without thinking of how it would affect you or US. I have spent years planning each step with the end destination being US.

It sucks.

I am still making decisions with the thought of you and I in mind but you aren’t a part of the equation anymore. I am left alone. I don’t have you there to tell me it’s okay. I don’t have you there to love me or care for me.

Nobody cares for me anymore.

I have to take care of everyone but there is no one here to take care of me.

I don’t have a lot of things without you anymore…

I miss just staring at each other with big dumb smiles on our face.

I miss looking up and seeing that you are looking at me smiling your sexy smirk.

I miss getting butterflies at the drop of a hat.

I miss struggling to catch my breath because you keep stealing it away for all the right reasons.

I miss the way I feel when I’m with you.

I miss the way all you had to do was whisper, ‘come here baby…’ and I immediately I felt the tingles begin as well as safe, secure & loved.

I miss waking up in the middle of the night and you being there loving me back to sleep.

I miss the way you held me, before and after.

I miss the way we could spend hours lost in each other but still never quite get enough.

I miss the way it didn’t matter how many times if you said more she was ready and responding.

Ugh….

I’m depressing myself.

Do you miss any of these things?

Did you even feel any of these things?

Did I make them all up?

I’m convinced I had the wildest and crazy dream about you last night. It felt so real, I could hear you say everything you used to and I’m pretty sure due to sleep deprivation.

 

Fck the pain away… anyone.

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I am breaking.

You don’t care.

I don’t either.

I’m pretty much just a shell now.

There is nothing left of me but my physical self.

I sit in a room full of people but I’m not really present. I’m stuck inside my head repeating your hurtful words over and over while at the same time trying to breathe/not cry/hold it together in front of everyone. I pull out my phone and pretend to scroll through instagram just to distract myself. It only lasts a few minutes before I have to just walk out. I can’t hold the tears in any longer.

I’ve spent the day thinking of how in the last few months I have pushed away any male that has tried to get close to me. I’ve been too scared about feeling guilty like I’m betraying US. I’ve been too concerned about not wanting to give them the wrong impression so I let them know I’m not available, that my heart is not whole. I push them away as well as their compliments.

I have nothing to offer anyone.

I gave my heart to you and you shattered it.

I gave you my soul and you killed it.

I’m just a walking corpse now.

So I guess I am available if all they want is to fuck me.

That’s all I have to give them anyway.

Letting go is the hardest thing of all… isn’t it?

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I’m pretty much going crazy and about to explode. So I’m gonna try to get some crazy out and write a little bit.

I’m sad. I know I’m always sad but I just feel sadder for some reason.

I’m confused. I don’t understand you at all. I don’t understand me either. I don’t understand why I care so much about what someone else, who doesn’t even care enough about me to pick up a phone or return a text and hasn’t for MONTHS now, thinks about me or what choices I’m making. Why do I? Why do I care so fucking much about what you would think or how you would feel in just about ever thing I do?!?

Why?!

You don’t care about me.

You have made that obvious with your actions, or lack thereof, for months now. There have been multiple times where…

Ugh.

Why do I do this? Why do I beat myself up? Why do I continue to question everything? Why do I push away people who are trying to get close to me for someone who’s actions show that they hate me?

Why don’t I get excited when someone calls me beautiful if it’s not you?

Why does it take a whisper from you to ignite things inside of me that nothing else can?

I’m sick of feeling guilty. I’m sick of doing or not doing things because I’m afraid of how you would feel or react. It doesn’t matter how you would feel or react because you chose not to be a part of my life anymore.

You made a conscious decision  to not be a part of my life.

You walked away.

You decided that whatever we had was not worth fighting for.

So…

I’m not going to try to hold on to you anymore.

I’m not going to actively be a part of your life anymore.

I’m not going to make decisions based on how I think you will feel or react.

You don’t do anything based on how you think I feel.

You don’t care about how I feel at all.

 

Kick me when I’m down… I’m pretty sure that’s how you treat a lady, especially your lady.

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You know when something terrible or awful happens and you can’t stop yourself from running to the bathroom to puke because it’s coming up no matter what and the closest place is the loo?

Yea, that just happened…

I’m so stupid.

I’m so dumb for wasting so much time and emotion on someone who treats me the way you do.

You are too busy to respond to a text but when you do you respond with a fuck you?!

What?

I deserved that huh?

I deserve to be ignored only to have the communication we do have be so cruel?

I mean I get that you don’t respond but why when you do does it have to be hurtful? Why does the only interaction I have with you have to be so full of hate?

You don’t want me to let you go. But you give me nothing to hold on to.

What exactly am I holding on to?

Nothing.

I’m so fucking stupid.

I literally feel like a part of me has been shut off. Like a light bulb has surged and burnt out never to be replaced.

I feel dead.

How fucking stupid is that?

Seriously?

I allowed you in and trusted you and now the part of me that belonged to you is dead and I did it all for what?

For nothing.

I’m so pathetic.

I have spent years loving someone who could walk away without looking back. Not only did you walk away but you did it in the cruelest way possible.

I’m so stupid.

Ugh….

I hate that I can feel so broken while you are living a life that I don’t exist in.

I was going to walk away from the life I have here with my kids, I was seriously thinking about uprooting the life they know so that we could be together.

I spent fucking years of my life believing in something that was just a game for you.

Were you ever seriously in love with me?

Did you really plan on moving here and being with me?

Why the hell do I love someone so much who doesn’t even exist.

You know I love you right? You know I love you like I’ve never loved another soul on this earth and never will again. I was willing to love you with every ounce of my being, what am I saying?

I do love you with every ounce of my being…

The only thing that could make the ending of our love story any better was if you went back to your ex wife in the end…

I’m sure if she’d take you back you’d go.

And if that happens…

I just might fucking die.

No title. I tried, really I did.

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Can’t sleep.

Opened the door from my bedroom to go outside trying to escape.

But there’s no escaping you.

The moon is shining so bright on me I’m almost lit up.

I wanted to cry but I grabbed my phone instead and snapped the picture I posted above.

I stood there until it slowly crept out of sight.

Trying to sleep now before the sun rises.

You said I shouldn’t give up but it seems like you already did.

Why am I not giving up?

http:// http://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=8SbUC-UaAxE

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If I let go do you hate me for always? If I let go will you think that I didn’t try hard enough to keep you? What else could I possibly do to prove my love for you?

Nothing.

I’ve done it all. There’s nothing left to do. But let go.

Please don’t think that because I’m letting go out means that you mean any less to me. Please don’t think that there is any reason other than if I don’t let go I’m going to drive myself crazy trying to hold on to someone who doesn’t want to be held and I’m already crazy enough.

Please know that whatever I’m doing its only because I’m trying to survive and that with you is where I would rather be every time.

Just know that even though I’m living a piece of me is dead. You killed it. And now I have to try to learn to live thru it.

Oh that’s right… you don’t care about me anyway.

I hope you die you fucking bitch… At least he tells me what’s on his mind.

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I don’t have my laptop only my phone so no long post tonight, lucky you.

But how do you do it? How am I supposed to let you go after looking you in the eyes, hearing you whisper your love, and saying you wanted it every night… again… and then just go awol and not respond to any texts our calls?

I don’t know what I was writing about. I started this late last night.

Just posting as is.

Still haven’t talked to you… fml

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Pretty sure I’m delirious at this point. I barely sleep and when I do its only about 2 hours at a time. I think I dreamt you up last night. I seen you. I looked in your eyes. You said over and over how you missed me and needed me. I didn’t over think or analyze anything you said. I only let your words flow over me. I felt them. I wished them to be real.

I’m too tired. If dreaming you up is all that I get of you, I’ll take it.

I love you. I love you too fucking much…

I’m a sad soul… Living inside of a corpse.

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I want to wake up. I want to find out this was all a sick nightmare. I want you to tell me this was all just a way for you test my love and make sure that it was real and that I passed and you’re mine and you always have and always will be.

None of those things are going to happen.

You are really gone.

You’re not coming back.

You don’t want to be back.

How the fuck can I be writing these words? How can I be talking about us when I type out that you’re gone?!

You’re gone….

I can’t accept it, I can’t breathe when I try to so I have given up trying.

I know I’ve said it earlier but I truly feel the absence of you in my soul. I can’t believe that for a whole fucking lifetime I have to go without you.

This is so much worse than I have ever felt before.

Why?!

Why did you spend so many years stroking my love? Why would you tell me all these fake stories of how you were the one for me? Why would you pretend like you loved me?

I don’t even know what to do. I want to beg you to come back. And then I remember… I did.

You barely heard me.

I want to sleep. I don’t want you to be in my dreams anymore. I don’t want to have to feel the loss of you even while I sleep.

But it doesn’t matter.

You live in my soul. You have been burned into my being. No matter where I go or what I do you are always there, lingering is the pain of you missing, I can’t escape it.

And everything I’m feeling makes me so fucking pathetic I can hardly stand it.

I’m broken. I’m dead. I’m a walking fucking zombie.

All because I believed in a love that wasn’t even fucking real!!!

Why did I believe in you?

 

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