Cure My Tragedy?!? 👀🥺

i told you everything without knowing your name

loving someone that doesn't love yu back.....

it’s strange, isn’t it? how something as fleeting as sensation, as impermanent as touch, can carve itself into you deeper than thought. you think you have control. that desire is a choice. but i know better.

i see it in the way your breath catches before you even realize why. the way your body leans, just slightly, when i move closer. pavlov had his bell. i have you.

it doesn’t take much. a whisper at the right frequency. a touch just light enough to make you ache for something heavier. a glance that lingers a second too long.

No matter how bad the pain was, or how intense the heartbreak felt,

All I could do was remember how I could forget anything I was doing when I was next to yu

Or when Yu touched my body, the universe didn't exist..........

It was to Yu that I was addicted.......

there’s no soft middle here. no safe way to want you without falling, without burning, without needing you in a way that rewrites the rules i thought i lived by.

i should run. i know that. but every step away from you feels like a mistake—like holding my breath underwater, like trying to unwrite a story already carved into me.

what do i do? where do i go?

More like every second of every hour of every day that I manage to survive through........

Because that's what I do now days.......

It's always just me, myself, &+ my past at the end of the day ........

Will it always just be "ME" at the end of the day? Or will someone eventually come along &+ save me from the demons built inside of me??

Or maybe I will actually be "Seen"

Whichever happens needs to happen because right now I'm simply a ghost haunting my body.......

No feelings, just me, my loneliness, &+ my thoughts 💭💬

Where do Yu go when Yu don't have a home?

Where do Yu go when Yu don't belong?

Where do Yu go when everything is going wrong??

But uncomfortable sinks its teeth in

It draws you out

Bit by little bit

Until you’ve lost all the strength to run from it

It’s not that bad

It’s damn sure not good

It sure could be worse

And it surely will

Slowly, like climbing uphill

Some could say, even Sisyphus found joy in his pain

Uncomfortable becomes comfort in a chest sinking kind of way

Until uncomfortable finds its way into unbearable

And drains you of everything you used to be

Once your sunk in the sand up to your knees

Maybe you’ll find the strength to get up and leave

Of course by then you’re just the shadow of who you should be

Filled with so much hope

It’s ripping at the seams

And you could let it out

And sit with it

But of course, that’s giving up

And you’ve never been one to call it quits

Some call it unbearable