100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (synapses So that all broken hearts can be freed) © 2017
On this path of the broken
hearted. I have seen good men and women give away all they have for “love or
Something Mistaken as love.” They give up there dreams, they give up
themselves. I’ve seen man, woman, child, drink and drug once they get what they
mistaken as love. They get their heart broken again and again. They dismiss the
lessons they’ve learned by generalizations of being victimized, with out ever
learning how they themselves could be better people. I have used these
generalizations my self. Oh the poisons I have let fill up voids inside. These
generalization are really negative incantations that summon the darkest
parts of ourselves. “She was bad to me.” “I gave all I had and it still wasn’t
enough,” etcetera etcetera. Fill in examples as you wish. We teach our lovers how to treat us. It was me so
desperate to not be alone that enabled her, it became so sick I had to pretend
like everything was okay as I emotionally blackmailed her, examples like “Look at what I’ve done what can you
do for me,” to gain a vain control.
Then in the meantime, as I
watched others have someone. I took pride in being able to stand on my own.
Never daring to break this angst of being…being alone…
Are more logical things telling me to take action
rather than think about it?
“I’ve made us into something
that never was. Never could be.”
Then once I get what might be
something beautiful I feel the pain of the past. Pain that seems almost
subconscious. I have a lot to learn, I can’t dance with myself.
Comments
Post a Comment