I never knew it felt this way,
[Hurt]
I thought I knew what
-broken-
meant. I was wrong.
I was wrong.
I've never known actions so careless.
Who knew the actions that would hurt the worst would be my very own.
I dwell on how things happened. How things got so messed up.
{Maybe I shouldn't}
But I do, and I can't see how someone as unique as me
could have gotten so *confused*.
So close to the destination that my dreams have so often taken me to
and I blew it.
All for something...someone
that hurt me. I was blinded by a caring heart.
Even now, they, that hurt, wouldn't save me.
They can't even save themselves.
It has always been about him...
selfish
why should I think it would be different now?
When you discover you breathe for someone else;
When you discover that your lungs were meant to carry the tune of someone else's life;
When you realize the fragility of your heart
and the rate and ease of disappointment;
When you discover you have been abandoned by the words that captivated you;
It's useless.
Don't try to convince yourself that something was there, that something positive existed.
Between two.
It was only ever about one
...for him...
I,
never alone, always loved, cared for by another,
abandoned that [safety]
for nothing but empty rain.
Rain that fell like bitter sweet comfort
and seemed like a sweet ***echo*** of my past...
my past where I had the real kind of {{love}} and comfort;
my past that I longed to make my future;
my past that held me when the world caved in and I had no strength to stand on my own;
my past that walked by my side through mistake after mistake
and never failed to express the truth that lives in love.
Present mistakes
swept me up in a few short moments,
tuning out and unconscious to what was right and wrong
uncomfortable emotions
moments later
and sudden fear,
heartbreak,
disbelief
all that blissful,
hopeful,
almost tangible
future may now only ever be the dream of my perfect past.
I've only ever loved once. I know that... now.
Why must I always learn my lessons after it is too late to put them to {good} use?
How can I be that person who gives up what they want most for what they want now?
Tears do me no good anymore.
Defensive and apologetic words can't dig me out.
No longer will it prove to live my life to please others.
I
must learn.
I must take the chance I've been given by my Savior and Redeemer and make, of what I have left,
a life worth bringing before Him in the end.
I've always felt a need and hunger for companionship. I've always wanted to share eternity with someone who loves me, cherishes me and wants me for their own.
I have forfeited my desires now.
You reap what you sow.
If I've lost what I had, what I wanted, then it has to be so.
I could never expect the bliss I dream of after the nightmare I created.
[Hurt]
I never knew it felt this way.