I Write My Stories Based On My Experiences
[i] I had to write this tonight. There's no way around it, no way over it. I just need to write. It is way of purging and letting things pass me. I don't ask for help or sympathy that's why I'm doing this.I just have to write.[/i]
I have a friend on here who I love with all my heart. We shared happiness, pain, and pieces of ourselves. It was just such a blessing to have found someone that understands and can go where most cannot. I fell in love with her.
Though, one of my favorite fictional characters, Hercule Poirot, has said, "Romance never goes unpunished." This saying means that there is no such thing as a fairy-tale love that everything is not garunteed to agree to a union between two people. There will be hardship, burdens, additional responsibilities, ect... as is required of sharing your life with someone even for a brief time. This phrase echoes in my relationship with her.
The two of us are alike. She is split. I don't know what I am but I can identify with her. Our souls have been broken and tried by the agonizing test of time. We opened ourself up to each other, left a footprint on each other's sanctuary, then [i]boom![/i] Landmine.
We crossed war lines and left a wasteland in each other's soul. Parts of ourselves split off of each other. We are never the same again yet there is a lingering love for each other that is left behind. Divided.
As of now, a part of me cries for her to come back to the way we were. In peaceful unconditional love before we hurt each other. Though, parts of me cannot move forward again. It is empty. Hurt and hollow. Nothing she can say can bring that back. Her words cannot restore the peace. She walked on that part of my soul and it crumbled under the weight.
Tonight, I cannot sleep because of that empty hollow we created. It bleeds without remedy. The broken, dying lover in me won't stop. She loves her more day by day. Yet, the willful fighter in me pushes her away. She must protect what's still alive. It's an endless tug of war because we cannot decide. We are a "house divided against itself", so to speak.
I'm begging for the mercy in sleep and hope that, by my writings, I can lay it to rest. Sweet dreams, all of you. 💔
I have a friend on here who I love with all my heart. We shared happiness, pain, and pieces of ourselves. It was just such a blessing to have found someone that understands and can go where most cannot. I fell in love with her.
Though, one of my favorite fictional characters, Hercule Poirot, has said, "Romance never goes unpunished." This saying means that there is no such thing as a fairy-tale love that everything is not garunteed to agree to a union between two people. There will be hardship, burdens, additional responsibilities, ect... as is required of sharing your life with someone even for a brief time. This phrase echoes in my relationship with her.
The two of us are alike. She is split. I don't know what I am but I can identify with her. Our souls have been broken and tried by the agonizing test of time. We opened ourself up to each other, left a footprint on each other's sanctuary, then [i]boom![/i] Landmine.
We crossed war lines and left a wasteland in each other's soul. Parts of ourselves split off of each other. We are never the same again yet there is a lingering love for each other that is left behind. Divided.
As of now, a part of me cries for her to come back to the way we were. In peaceful unconditional love before we hurt each other. Though, parts of me cannot move forward again. It is empty. Hurt and hollow. Nothing she can say can bring that back. Her words cannot restore the peace. She walked on that part of my soul and it crumbled under the weight.
Tonight, I cannot sleep because of that empty hollow we created. It bleeds without remedy. The broken, dying lover in me won't stop. She loves her more day by day. Yet, the willful fighter in me pushes her away. She must protect what's still alive. It's an endless tug of war because we cannot decide. We are a "house divided against itself", so to speak.
I'm begging for the mercy in sleep and hope that, by my writings, I can lay it to rest. Sweet dreams, all of you. 💔
