Weakness Of The Heart II

We just feel. There is absolutely no way to stop it. And we are always feeling something, like when we are completely calm, swaying on a swing on a summer day. Or when we are laughing so hard that our core physically hurts and no sound comes out and you run out of breath, or the time that you see someone, and that someone lights up your eyes, when you see them you stop breathing for a second while your heart melts. So if we all feel these things all the time, and we know that real emotions, cannot be stopped or paused, then why do we label emotions as weakness? Love is a distraction people say. Fear is fake others say. At some point in your live you will feel things that you’ve never felt. You can’t control it, it’s like being in a river. It’s scary, unpredictable, you never know if you’re going to be pulled under, and you just have to learn that you can’t control it. So do not look at someone who is slap happy or depressed and think that they need to learn to control their feelings. Believe me they want to, and could probably use your help.

Worth It?

I need to ask you something. Is it worth it?  Should I open my heart to  you? Should I pour my passion out infant of you? Should I let you have that much power over me?  It is a simple yes or no question. Say yes and I will rip my heart out for you, showing you each and every tender spot, and trusting you to not poke at it.  And with time, even though my mind knows better, I millhand you my heart. Placing my soul, my reason of living, my most valuable possession in your hands. And if you choose to walk away, after I have ripped my heart out for you and trusted you with it, then you will forever be walking away from my trust, and the further you walk away, the further my heart is going to numb to you. So I’m guessing you’ll want to say no, keep away from my mess.   And I understand, I do, theres no need to walk away from each other if you decide that. I just need to know, Yes or No?

Beggar Of Attention

“I totally know how you feel”
No you don’t, you don’t even know how I feel. I’m mad, but I’m sad. I’m so hurt that someone would hurt me this way. You don’t know what it feels like to beg for even a moment of attention, to be on your knees, wanting only a moment of their day, and to be brushed aside, like nothing more than a speck of dirt in their way. You don’t know what it’s like to feel like a raisin in a bowl of chocolate chips. Knowing you’ll never be picked first or wanted above something else. You’ve never felt like you were something that they used to love, then were cast aside, thrown in a dark corner, buried under the past, just hoping that one day they’ll finally want you, finally think you weren’t worth throwing away, but that has yet to happen. And you start to doubt that it ever will. Yet against all logic you still have hope, and a longing, you try to talk yourself out of love. But you never can. They continue to hurt you, in the smallest of ways, and it starts to drive you mad, believing that they’re better than the way to they treat you. But at the end of the day, to them, you’re still just a speck in their way. They may notice you, but only to brush you aside.
But yeah, I’m sure you know exactly how I feel.