can we stay here? maybe i don’t want to know you too well. i want to float, just let my heart flutter in this safety no expectations, no pressure let me keep dreaming of your mouth mumbling lovely compliments moving … Continue reading
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fantasies keep you safe
i know that feeling
sitting in your room, desire consuming you
and an intrusive uncertainty
disoriented in lonely admiration
with your eyes shut
painting her in wispy, wild, wonderful strokes
she is sleeping, cleaning, fixing her hair in the mirror
sipping a floral tea, pulling back the drapes to welcome the morning sun.
she is kissing down your body, smiling up at you
thanking you for loving her so perfectly
it’s you that has created the deepest stains with her imaginary colours
but she is there, just how you wish her to be.
i can say all this now because it’s really over (pt 1)
I fell in love with a sociopath, and I lost my mind.
I ran past every red flag. I stayed through all his grief over someone else. I wrote poems, songs, blogs. I fell in love in a way I never have, and faster than ever.
He was mesmerizing, and knew it. His eyes, his confidence, his boldness, his intelligence. I was addicted from the moment I saw him, and the fact that he initiated a conversation with me made me feel like the luckiest girl alive. Our connection was intense. We spent an embarassing amount of time just staring at each other. He made me feel like we were the only two people on earth. He was so charming, and he knew just what to say to get what he wanted.
What he wanted was rarely sex. In fact, for months we barely touched each other. I felt like I hardly knew him because he didn’t let anyone in. He loved to argue with anyone about anything, he loved saying wild things just to shock people, and he had no problem making me feel humiliated in public. He would choose to be sensitive or caring when it was going to benefit him. He just wanted to play a game with me, and it was so confusing and felt like torture. I never in my life understood the desire to self harm until this point. Self harm finally sent me to counselling. I was constantly sick to my stomach from my own thoughts.
One day I crossed him and he decided he would get back at me by making another girl his girlfriend; a girl that I knew and crossed paths with almost daily. Him and I had slept together the day before I heard this news. I can’t explain the hurt I felt. He did it because he knew I wanted to be his girlfriend, and he never gave me that. But despite my anger and hurt, it wasn’t long before he persuaded me to be his mistress, claiming that he made a mistake and was going to leave her. That’s when sex became much more desirable to him. The cheating went on for months. I felt like I lived for him, and I wasn’t happy unless he was around. I was crumbling, constantly wanting more, wanting different, and he relished in that. He loved keeping me just within reach, even when he dated someone else. After I’d lied to everyone and even lost some friends during this time, I finally told him I couldn’t do it anymore, it was too much. It’s me or her. I could tell he didn’t expect it. I scared him, and he finally left her for me.
Then we were together, officially. Together all the time, every day. We went on vacation to another country, and we talked about moving in together. We shoplifted a lot, and joked that we were famous criminals in love. We were happy somehow, despite all we’d been through, until a drug and another pretty girl got his attention. He cheated, and tried to make the end of us sound like my fault. I saw a photo of them together just a couple of days later; he was flaunting her in my face. I was broken. I told him not to call me, not to text me. I told him to never speak to me again, and after I ignored a couple of texts pleading ‘don’t leave it like this’, he listened.
After four entire years went by, I had the scariest depression of my life so far. I didn’t want to be alive. I felt I had no direction in my life and being in love is not what I thought it was; I still haven’t felt that strongly for someone else. Some may say that’s a good thing. When I started having anxiety attacks that stopped my breathing, I decided to see a doctor, which led me to medication and a therapist. My therapist tried to do an exercise with me that involved saying goodbye to him, and I said I’d try it, but when we began the exercise I burst into tears. I never was able to complete it. A few months after the depression had finally passed, I felt it was time to do something big. I needed some kind of closure to release myself from years of hurt and blame and what-ifs, and to make it known how badly I was treated. I didn’t want an exercise; I wanted the real thing.
Since we had blocked each other indefinitely on every social media after our breakup (we hadn’t seen or heard from each other in about 5 years), I took one shot of tequila (for bravery) and wrote him an email asking for a conversation.
To my surprise, he responded almost instantly with his cellphone number. It hit me then what I’d done, and I was shaking. He agreed to meet me.
(more soon)
Get out of my head.
I hate you. Get out of my head. Get out of my sleep. Get out of my life. When things start to feel good, you appear and then I feel like this. I say all this, and I am so angry, but I want to talk to you. I want to talk, but I don’t want you to know what you’ve done 4 years later. And I don’t want to see how well you’re doing or how good you look or the woman you’re with. I’m so sick of mundane, small conversations and it sucks to say that you never, ever gave me that. You were actually fucking interesting. I thought you were the sexiest thing alive. And now I just hate you so much but you’re still here, in my head. You’re here when I’m with the man I love. Most of all you’re here when I’m alone. You’re here right now while I drink this sizable glass of wine that’s making me turn this anger into a desire for hate sex. I want to yell at you and apologize and apologize. I want your apologies too. I just can’t picture any scenario that wouldn’t just boost your ego. I feel like there are no words I can say to you that will change the way I feel.
I need something. And then I need to never see or hear of you again.
Tell me again
“Oh my god…. you feel so good..”
“I’ve been saying that in my head for the past twenty minutes.”
I have seven more days here.
Seven more days until I am lonely and scared again. Seven more days with you.
We both know that we’re avoiding the conversation.
I can’t stop assuming the worst..
Are you going to deal with this by pushing me away,
like you’ve always done?
Did you just say those things for the moment?
“I love making love with you.”
“I don’t want to stop..”
“It’s okay; I’m not going anywhere.”
you see your power over me.
our fabricated adoration
caged in my sheets
where memories scream infinitely
faithfully returns to my thoughts
your voice consuming me
burying me
that night
the passion was beautiful
but
you will not recognize the commitment i crave.
reappearing as you please
you see your power over me.
am I strong or am I weak?
never knowing
whether I am surrendering to your incantation
or holding on
for the frail chance that we could establish
Us.
where i am trapped.
with such Infinite eyes
your rooted gaze allures and destroys me
i take you in
struggling to withhold my painful desperation
for your passion and lust
slowly, tamely you move
entering deep into my body
with every beautiful breath to my skin
every sound of pleasure that escapes your beautiful mouth
you confine me
your raw warmth collapses my heart deep into an exotic thrill
where I am trapped in a craving craze
in which my entire reality has vanished
slowly, tamely you move
and I ache for the reveal of your aggressive affection
but I am forced into detrimental consciousness
as you release me
and you disappear
again.