still loved
Im still
loved.
I know you
stopped loving me,
or maybe you didnt,
or maybe you never even loved me in the
first place.
But it’s
okay, not matter how you felt about me
or you feel about me now,
I haven’t
changed.
My worth is
untouched,
I’m still loveable,
no matter how many people love me back
or leave
me forever.
I’m not
defined by the people who love me
or who don’t like me.
I’m defined
by who I choose to love,
who I want to share my life with,
and oh boy, I loved you lots.
And I
shared everything with you,
trusted you more than anybody else,
trusted you more than anybody else,
thought we had
something special, a connection,
you loved me back,
you left me anyway.
And that’s
okay.
It has to be okay,
because if its not,
nothing else will ever be okay again.
I have to
accept, that loving and caring for someone
means losing them at some point.
You can't
keep someone forever,
nothing is forever,
and everything changes all the time.
It’s rare,
that two people
change the same amount
in the same time
and in the same way.
But is it
worth it,
to love,
if you know that you can only lose?
That there
will be no winner in the end,
just broken hearts and wasted time?
Good
memories with a bitter after taste,
salty tears and the exchange of bad words
where once trust and hugs ruled?
No matter
how and when it ends,
it will always be worth it.
I
refuse to become heartless
and even more
cynical,
because I keep getting hurt.
I won't let
stones weigh me down,
because I had some bad experiences,
when I could be
flying,
and having great experiences in the future.
I know that
people keep leaving,
and due to that I’m full of self-doubt and disgust,
and I can't even be
mad at them,
because we share this hatred for me,
I can't stand myself either,
and I would walk away if I could,
believe me.
So I have
no right to blame you for burning bridges.
But we
build a beautiful bridge
and I dare you to find someone
and I dare you to find someone
who carries your soul
the way I did.
I’ll suffer
now,
but oh dear,
you’ll suffer later.
Even though
my heart is broken right now,
I know that I’ll be okay.
I know that
I’ll get over it
and find someone new,
not to fill the hole that you created,
but to open up a new one
so they can leave their very own mark.
I won’t try
to replace you,
I’ll plant flowers on the grave of our friendship
and they’ll
grow into a garden
that I’ll never visit again.
In the
future, I won't deny myself the pleasure of intimacy,
because I’m scared of
loneliness.
I won't stop
smiling now,
just because I know that I will cry later.
I’ll still
be open and soft on the inside,
easy to bend and easier to break,
because
that’s what makes me me
and I won’t give you the pleasure of changing me,
making me a different person.
You didn't impress me that much.
And I wont
deny new people
the pleasure in getting to know the original me,
and not the
version that you destroyed and left.
I’ll be
great, if you witness it or not.
I’ll be
happy without you,
and sad, not just because of you.
I’m
loveable not matter if you’re around or not.
I’m still
loved, even though not by you.
And no, I wont
just ignore the fact that you're gone,
I wont just move on and pretend like
nothing happened,
I’ll pause everything,
fall down on my knees and cry,
because I’m
me,
because I care and I’m not afraid to still care,
even though you stopped
caring about me.
I’ll be sad
and angry and lonely,
and that’s okay.
I’ll have all of those feelings
and I’ll
cry a few times about you,
and that’s okay.
Because I rather care too much and
too long,
than never at all,
and I rather still think about you everyday
with a
tear in my eye,
than to forget everything
we had.
I’m not
impressed by your lack of emotion and regret,
I pity you for not being able to
feel enough,
for having to hide and be strong,
because I allow myself to be
weak
and to break down for someone,
that mattered to me.
I can’t
say, if you really don’t care anymore
or if you’re just scared of getting hurt,
but look at me,
I’m not scared,
I put everything out there for you to see and to
judge,
and it was no mistake,
because some day someone will come along
and see
the beauty in my faults
and cherish the things I can give,
in a way that you
obviously couldn’t.
I feel sad
for myself,
because I thought of you as a friend
and as it turns out,
you were
just a traveler,
stranded in my life by mistake.
And I feel sad for you,
because you missed the opportunity of being my friend,
of listening to my bad
jokes and my bad advice.
well, we all make mistakes and shit happens.
I know I’m far
away from being perfect,
but at least I’ve always been loyal, bitch.
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