I asked for help
I got it
(to an extent)
now my time has run out
understandable.
Deep depths of darkness are forming inside of me…I can feel them as always, but this time they are bigger like never before.
It is my turn to help you
(so I do…to all extents)
still I ask certain things…small things…
apparantly they are pushed off
I still need a push in the right direction
I have an addiction I admit to (first step done)
Lately I have been ridding myself of it…I asked you to help by doing (or not doing) something simply for me…you promised and said OK.
You broke that promise…multiple times, lied in the process.
Trust.
What an impossible thing for me to give.
I have given it to very few people in this world (and much fewer guys for that matter)
Gave it to you – I was sure of you.
You took it, you broke it.
Again.
And again.
I’m not exactly angry
Repulsed by the fact you for some reason cannot think of me and my feelings and needs at night.
Not so much repulsed as sad;
that you have shown me I’m alone again. As always.
My addiction grows and nags
Oh, I will feed it.
Only when I’m with you – that is the safe time to do it.
I might slip, because I no longer have any support here. You decided to give up and walk out – quite early for that matter.
It is a simple task, for you
(not me)
and still I’m the one able to do it?
that doesn’t make much sense.
Why do you want to leave me alone here?
It’s not just because it’s my addiction, I don’t feel comfortable with it in the first place.
It is dirty (in a bad way)
It is pathetic
It is always hurtful when you are thinking about someTHING else – it is just as bad as thinking as someBODY else. Now I know it’s hard to stop the thoughts in your head so I’m not asking you to…just saying, hey thse thoughts about this may wander into your head from time-to-time, just smile at them and push them off to the side like any other human being (mostly Christians though). If people can do it for a whole lifetime, why can’t you just wait two fucking weeks? Like I’ve been doing for the past two months, alone apparently.
In a relationship it should not be needed…something I’m trying to prove and you’re trying to disprove apparently.
I love you terribly, too in love with you in fact. Way too much that these things hurt (even though they are probably so finite and I’m probably overreacting again…right?).
Please help me, please.
It is in the simplest of ways and I’m begging not to be alone any longer. Please. Just promise and don’t break it. I’m dying here.
I need to sleep at night
It takes hours to allow my mind to pass
(especially last night when I ended up not sleeping because of all the emotions plus the addiction).
Is it really that difficult?
Would you prefer that over me?
Of course you wouldn’t…so why do it?
Stupid questions…but please answer them.
This isn’t it
definately not it. Not it. Not it.
I have so much bottling up inside of me.
I’m not asking you to do anything besides LISTEN to me.
I NEED somebody to say all my feelings to, my thoughts…before I explode.
I have been hiding so many things from you in the past month in fear that you’ll just ignore them when I speak them. It would make me feel terribly little.
Really, is it much to ask for you to just listen and respond every-now-and-again, or at least just let me know you’re there for me?
You know how I’m always concerned about you.
Are you not for me?
Of course you are.
Well then just please listen.
If I talk to THEM about it anymore, they’ll just blame it on you and say shit like “It’s his fault, leave him”.
They don’t know things like this would be in me with or without you.
Well some of them…that would be impossible (Don’t worry, you’ll understand if you would allow me to talk about them…allow me to unload and for you to actually pay a-fucking-ttention).
My love, I want us to be perfect.
So I gave up on myself only to see that I’m OK.
I put almost all my efforts towards making sure WE are ok now.
Still I have these thoughts that need to be let out, and it seems like you are so reluctant to allow them to set free.
I cry twice a day
– did you forget about that?
if you did, fine.
if you didn’t…can’t you try and help me stop? All I need is somebody to talk to. That’s fucking it.
It is so depressing when I feel like it’s impossible to come to you.
I want to come to you so badly.
I want you to listen, be concerned, and respond when you have something thoguhtful/enoucrging//anything to say at all. That is it.
Why the fuck is it always made out that I’m asking too much???
THIS IS NOT MUCH TO ASK.
Other girlfriends would call you an insensitive moron…but I know you differently so I’m not going to do that. I have no idea why you seem to ignore me most of the time I speak – maybe I’m just mumbling too much if so ask me to repeat or whatever. Who knows.
Fuck this. Fuck me. Fuck it. Whatever.