Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Running away, or running toward?

"4 years already," she asked, "are you running away or towards?"

She replied, "not sure, just running."
Isn't it sad? Isn't it just pathetic?

To know that you have been treated like crap. To know he was playing you like a yo-yo. Stringing you along, taking you for a joy ride. To know you were only a game. To know that to him, you were nothing but a challenge. It was merely a game. A competition among his friends to see who could bag that trophy.  To know that none of it was ever real. Nothing with him was ever real. To know that it really wasn't you. To know that you did nothing wrong but to trust and fall in love with the wrong person. To know that you deserve so much more. To know that you deserve so much better. To know that you deserve to be happy but you still rather cling to the scraps, if any, that he throws at you.

Like a starving animal, begging for scraps of unwanted garbage by the side on the decaying street. How desolate can a person get?

But even after knowing so much, you secretly like the pain. Admit it, you are addicted to the pain. Because without the pain, you don't know what's real anymore. The pain reminds you that it is/was real.

Isn't it true, we are holding onto the pain, because that is all we have left? The pain is the only souvenir we can keep when everything has passed.


Do you ever miss me?
I mean truly, aching in bottom-of-your heart pain, which you just can't ignore?
Because that's how I feel like.
Every. Single. Fucking. Day.

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