Thursday, January 5, 2012
The Breaking Of People
You can try being broken and you can try forgetting. All I know is I am no longer broken about the things I have forgotten.
Written by Me at 1:21 AM
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
This is lovely
It sounds like you're in the midst/ at the tail end of a healing process- something which I can relate to. It's not easy letting go...for me the issue stems from having difficulties separating letting go from giving up, and giving up on something you've yearned for so long is one of the toughest things to do. I'm doing much better though. And I can see that you are too. Good luck with your journey, I hope the bright light embraces every curve that lies ahead.
Every time someone tells me that they've been inspired to feel something because of my poetry or my words have helped them in some way, it touches me deeply and I feel elated. I'm fairly confident the same must apply to you, so please know this; your words matter and they affect me greatly. They have been doing so for the past 4 years. You make a difference. :)
perhaps it's just coincidence, but this is what i was writing about yesterday myself. as the forgetting is happening, brokenness is one of the only emotions strong enough to remind myself i'm human. once the memories have been sifted, i patch myself up and move on. no point focusing energy on something that's ended.
This is what I needed. You wrote this for me. Thank you. Everyday, you never fail to make me smile, because you understand.
So true. It only hurts when you care.
you seem to have taken that first step, away from me. congratulations. I can't stop you. I won't stop you.
I love you
Yes, I do
I know who loves me, and you don't love me, that is clear to me. Either I need your love. Other men love me more thank God :)
You can't break me, I'm made of diamonds ;)
This year I promise to forget.
All I know is that I am no longer broken about the things I have NOT forgotten... Simply put: It makes no difference to my life anymore.
and when it's finally forgotten, you won't be hurt anymore.
healing process (be it after a breakup or an issue between partners), will take much of a period if this person means the world to you.
how i wish everyone can be loved more than they could offer.
i would be very grateful...
if only memories could die.
I am broken but "They" won't break us. Specificaly speaking in regards to her trying to create a seperation. I haven't forgotten. I have a very good memory and I don't ever forget what people do or have done, especially to me and ways in which I have been treated. Neither do you. I'd say the room was really crowded with people just pushing each other around.
To the hairy, homely black haired girl...you like your mirrors so much why don't you look in it? I see and have seen my reflection.
P.S. that's my hat.
So many peer into our secret lives and they RELATE to it. I c u. I found u now haven't I? I have been searching for so long.If this is only writen for me... to make sense to me ... then this must make sense to u 2. R u my FLYNN RYDER, my hacker. Your words helped a bit tonight verys weet htanx.. U would not know it is me with out some typos. miss u 2.
Secret lives, yeah ok. I do more than relate. I live it. Fuck you and your fairytales you evil bitch. Buck up.
I have tried. I am trying. And I will try to forget. I hope I get there someday.
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