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I’m baffled. My mind refuses to focus on the future and my heart cant beat to the rhythm that has been so familiar to me. When I glimpse into the past I am calm with understanding-knowing the every emotion that passed through me was real. That every moment actually happened and existed not only in my mind alone. Someone once said that through heartbreak comes clarity and strength. Who’s to say what really happens when your heart tears into pieces?
Malicious heartbreak. The chivalry, the callousness of it all-- is weak. To not give it a chance- a glimmering flame of hope-- is weak. It a weakness no one wants to own up to. Because not only is love shot down, but all future endeavors of love are approached with caution. There are no warning signs in love. There’s no way anyone can direct the traffic of the heart. Taking actions of the heart into the hands of the mind is a toxin of the lust and mystery of it all.
So maybe im weak for allowing you to do this. Maybe im the fool for letting it consume me. But you’re the fool who let me. You’re the weak one for being so afraid to give love a chance. Im no fool for loving you-- for allowing my heart to follow its course on the open road. I never questioned myself once for anything I ever said or felt for you, and I never cared how crazy it seemed. How foolish. Hopeless. Pointless. If you could only see the way you loved me, then maybe you would understand why I feel this way about our love. Or maybe you just want to keep your eyes closed for as long as it hurts you. Because I know it does. You cant hide the hurt in your eyes. You have my heart and I want it back.
Malicious heartbreak. The chivalry, the callousness of it all-- is weak. To not give it a chance- a glimmering flame of hope-- is weak. It a weakness no one wants to own up to. Because not only is love shot down, but all future endeavors of love are approached with caution. There are no warning signs in love. There’s no way anyone can direct the traffic of the heart. Taking actions of the heart into the hands of the mind is a toxin of the lust and mystery of it all.
So maybe im weak for allowing you to do this. Maybe im the fool for letting it consume me. But you’re the fool who let me. You’re the weak one for being so afraid to give love a chance. Im no fool for loving you-- for allowing my heart to follow its course on the open road. I never questioned myself once for anything I ever said or felt for you, and I never cared how crazy it seemed. How foolish. Hopeless. Pointless. If you could only see the way you loved me, then maybe you would understand why I feel this way about our love. Or maybe you just want to keep your eyes closed for as long as it hurts you. Because I know it does. You cant hide the hurt in your eyes. You have my heart and I want it back.