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They enjoy the idea of you and what you had to offer but they don’t love you for who you are nor care for what you needed.
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They enjoy the idea of you and what you had to offer but they don’t love you for who you are nor care for what you needed.
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I wonder when it changed.
When I started doing the bare minimum and calling it enough.
Occasionally checking in, asking questions with no real intention behind them.
Guilt lifting off my shoulders each time I performed.
How are you?
Fine.
What are you up to?
Nothing much.
How was your day?
Okay.
I didn't ask because I cared, I hadn't cared for months.
I followed the dance of love, a routine I knew every step to.
Cold and calculated.
I ignore the truth I realized long ago.
We aren't what we used to be and will never be that for each other again.
At some point I stopped asking altogether.
You've never complained, always taking the bits of myself I offer to you.
Is it me I offer?
Or simply a ghost of who I was for you?
A shadow
A memory
Do you respond? Do you love?
Do I love?
What is love if not the fear of being alone?
Are you afraid of being alone?
I know how I would answer if you truly reached out again.
How are you?
Numb.
What are you up to?
Missing what we once were.
How can we find our way back to each other?
But you don't ask, and neither do I.
Deck the Palms
The details… Title‏ : ‎ Deck the Palms Author‏ : ‎ Kat Jackson Publisher ‏ : ‎ Bella Books Editor‏ : ‎ Alissa McGowan Publication date‏ : ‎ December 17, 2024 Available formats‏ : ‎ ebook, paperback Length‏ : ‎ 298 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1642476188 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1642476187 Themes‏ : ‎ friendships, failed relationships, family, community, falling in love, learning to trust, starting…
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{Original quote by Jorge Luis Borges}
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I’ve never really been good with relationships. I’ve had three major ones and they’ve all ended really badly. I’ve always thought they were the problem but I think I’ve finally realised it’s me. I’m toxic. I can’t do relationships. I don’t know how to communicate and I shut people out. I don’t know how to share my inner thoughts with somebody. Maybe because my inner demons know they wouldn’t understand or maybe it’s just simple… I am toxic and deserve to be alone in the world?
too damn strong
bpd is a helluva drug 🤷🏽‍♀️
(spotify)
1. toody - coming on strong // 2. the national - i need my girl // 3. lana del rey - born to die (woodkid & the shoes remix) // 4. zola - too fast too soon // 5. stone sour - too fast for love // 6. griz - fall in love too fast // 7. tora - too much // 8. queen - too much love will kill you // 9. wrongchilde (ft. gerard way) - falling in love will kill you // 10. london grammar - strong // 11. yellow days - ive been thinking too hard // 12. ugk - use me up // 13. kate k-s - love too hard // 14. daughter - smother // 15. lady danville - love to love // 16. new politics - stuck on you // 17. tv on the radio - happy idiot // 18. linkin park (ft. kiiara) - heavy // 19. wilco - please be patient with me // 20. ariana grande - needy // 21. jason mraz - if it kills me
I’ve put a lot into this, so I’m not going to leave just yet. But I’m not fighting for it anymore. If we drown, it’s because you pulled us under.
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