Naked self. Baring all for me. Unearthing my inner core. Even for all of 60 seconds.
Trust Issues
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How can I trust you when all you have ever proved to be successful at was hurting me? As I am getting back you, you always seem to do it better than the last time. I see the fault in myself despite knowing the person you are. Your actions never seize to surprise me, and while I expect them, I always try to give you the benefit of the doubt. Why? Because, for one damn time, I want you to prove me wrong and fight. Fight for me. Fight for us.
I think back to when we used to spend hours on the phone. To a time when we almost. I kept the same number all these years hoping that one day you would call. “Hello”
You. You played your part. But, I also played mine too. I never realized that my time was running out, until you pulled the rug from under me. Until I realized that there was no going back. There was a time when I would call, and even if you didn't answer, I knew you would call back. Now, I deleted your number, erased most of the emails we shared, and despite how I hate you, I still have that stupid picture from our time in Vegas. I was stupid. You made me stupid. I believed you and yet, you broke up. You broke me and I never truly healed. I have tried to move on, and have had somewhat of a decent experience of getting over you. But when you creep into my life in ways that make you almost undetectable, I feel you. I see you. I see it there in plain sight. You went on with your life. Married. Wife. Kid and the dog. You gave her what you had once upon a time promised me. Life. You broke me. But one day, I will be alright.
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