to tend to yourself you have to mend what's on the inside. that includes the final words. the final message. maybe you never got to send it. maybe you never got to say it. i have fought long and hard with myself and my final message to the one who broke my heart stays on the tip of my tongue. so here i am, writing it out, and hoping it is the end of.
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long gone are my emotions towards you. my withdraw was painful and long. as i'm sure you've figured out by now when i love i, love. in all its encompassing. and i needed to find that love again. for myself. love that doesn't hurt, abuse, emotionally sting then roll over and play dead. your love was so wrong, and so violent. you have yourself to figure out and your words no longer hold any dearness to me. i do not care to wonder about what was any longer. i was, and i still am. i'm alive and i'm living, and that's about as much as i can take day to day. anything and anyone that doesn't serve to inspire, love, support, and be in my life needs to have no place in my life.
you said it best, maybe with good intentions, maybe to rid of me finally. "let's just call it what it is, not working. and move on"
i didn't understand why you would extend an olive branch only to break it from under me as i was trying to mend. i didn't understand why you told me you were over me yet your actions said otherwise. i didn't understand why you told me you loved me but your actions said otherwise. see the pattern? you never matched. you were never on the same page with yourself. and i held on to the idea that we could start where we left off. except, we left off with your insecurities that disrupted my behavior. we left off with you hurting me. so how could we start off better? i loved you. i am at my best in love. you did not care to this love.
you are at your worst. daily. my love was not for you. we are not right for each other. you did enough damage. tend to yourself now. you shouldn't have to hurt that much.
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long gone are my emotions towards you. my withdraw was painful and long. as i'm sure you've figured out by now when i love i, love. in all its encompassing. and i needed to find that love again. for myself. love that doesn't hurt, abuse, emotionally sting then roll over and play dead. your love was so wrong, and so violent. you have yourself to figure out and your words no longer hold any dearness to me. i do not care to wonder about what was any longer. i was, and i still am. i'm alive and i'm living, and that's about as much as i can take day to day. anything and anyone that doesn't serve to inspire, love, support, and be in my life needs to have no place in my life.
you said it best, maybe with good intentions, maybe to rid of me finally. "let's just call it what it is, not working. and move on"
i didn't understand why you would extend an olive branch only to break it from under me as i was trying to mend. i didn't understand why you told me you were over me yet your actions said otherwise. i didn't understand why you told me you loved me but your actions said otherwise. see the pattern? you never matched. you were never on the same page with yourself. and i held on to the idea that we could start where we left off. except, we left off with your insecurities that disrupted my behavior. we left off with you hurting me. so how could we start off better? i loved you. i am at my best in love. you did not care to this love.
you are at your worst. daily. my love was not for you. we are not right for each other. you did enough damage. tend to yourself now. you shouldn't have to hurt that much.