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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

“I’m trying to find my self respect in between all the love that I have for you.”

“I’m trying to find my self respect in all the love that I have for you.”

“— And if you feel like you care too much, you probably do. Constantly wondering if it’s any easier to be heartless than heartbroken? If you have spent too many nights crying and pitying yourself into a frantic submission then you have the choice: love less or love more? Either way you will never be able to recover enough of yourself to be whole again. You either let people use you until they pick you clean apart, or you roll up your sleeves and get the job done yourself.”

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“— And if you feel like you care too much, you probably do. Constantly wondering if it’s any easier to be heartless than heartbroken? If you have spent too many nights crying and pitying yourself into a frantic submission then you have the choice: love less or love more? Either way you will never be able to recover enough of yourself to be whole again. You either let people use you until they pick you clean apart, or you roll up your sleeves and get the job done yourself.”

“I just get scared that at the end of the night it won’t be me that you can’t live without.”

“Nothing feels more gut wrenching and heart numbing than losing grip on the life that you had planned out so carefully.”

“Maybe all of my hopeful wanting only ends up hurting me.”

“— And jealousy is something new, foreign. I don’t want to envision you tangled up with your past, happy, satisfied, and wanting. You whisper that there are no embers left burning and I believe you. But at one point you were with others that have touched you in ways that I haven’t yet and I’ve just spent the last year trying to retrace every one of their kisses and replace it with my own. So I take the mental hit knowing that your heart, hands, and mind were once absorbed with how soft they felt under your fingers and how different I must be from them. But I always wonder? Do you notice that when I kiss you and trace your skin, that I’m trying to make it hard for anyone to do the same after me?”