I'm in the process of healing a broken heart. And for once it's not my own. I'm bearing witness to the aftermath of what love can do when not treated correctly. When abused and taken for granted; it leaves in its wake a multitude of emotions and questions.
The answers to these questions, if found, leave a even bigger hole and confusion as to why it wasn't enough. If it wasn't love it was money and if it wasn't money it was love. But it was a vicious cycle. Infinite in shape. One that I think this time is finally come to an end. And it hurts. It hurts me to see my friend like this. And it hurts me to know that someone could take such advantage. Hurts me because I can only do but so much. Hurts me because for so long I was looking for my own long-lasting, threw thick and thin kinda of love.
I am slightly biased, but always objective. The victim....The defendant..the enabler. I do not for one minute think that there's only one person to blame. Half a score is too long to say who was more right than wrong. She was in love with the idea of them, he was in love with what he HOPED the future would bring, and in the process no one took care of the present. Hope is one of those things that WILL make or break you. A gift and a curse. And I don't know if I'd have had 10 years in me, but I would have fought for my love just as hard. I too used to dream....I learned that lesson quicker than my friend. The dreams are not only no longer a reality, but the reality of what it has become, brings me instant sadness. There's no friendship to be salvaged, no words to exchange that would ease the pain. So I try to provide comfort, while dealing with my own love troubles. People show you who they are, and it's fucked up but, no matter how hard we try, sometimes we just have to believe them. There are things you can't change. Voids you won't fill. Comforts you can't bring. And now you know.......
Alone is not what you need to be right now. And as long as you'll allow, I will be here for you. I've known you for more than half my life and right now I'm not sure who this person is in front of me. She stole your glow...and if I can, I'd like to help you heal your soul.
So.......
Like it, love it, or hate it. This is mine, not yours. This is me, not you. And this is real!
Monday, January 3, 2011
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Thanks a mil!!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Love is suppose to represent something great. But I don't think people realize nothing is always good, no even love.
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