high and dry

fuck this, man I grumble in the downside of my heart when I met You and I felt inferior to Your aura and Your circle of educated friends and then You smiled the world reeled, my heart beat again for the first time in years and You brought magic out of me You woke the dragon fuck this, man my old self thought when I first met You because You were six foot three and looked like a bully with a jet black mohawk and then You laughed with that uproarious passion immediately believing in me and You began to worship me fuck this, man I said out loud when I was alone and my house echoed empty no You, no You and something had died so I tried my damnedest to get as far into the bottom of the bottle as I realistically could before I turned into a Halloween scarecrow in July

One minute they ache to touch you, the next day they want nothing to do with you. Feelings are a fickle thing. You want answers, you need closure, and now you’re laying awake at night trying to hold yourself together because you allowed yourself to be vulnerable. You are full of love for someone who saw what you had to offer – and they decided they didn’t want it. This, an unbearable version of the many forms of loneliness.

Don’t give people so much power over you that their silence leaves you questioning your worth.

Bear patiently, my heart - for you have suffered heavier things.