spill your heart, i'll pick it up.

[calliopealive]

TELL ME SOMETHING HEARTBREAKING, TELL ME SOMETHING TRUE, TELL ME SOMETHING STIFILING, TELL ME SOMETHING YOU CAN'T TELL ANYBODY ELSE.

JUST TELL ME ANYTHING. ANONYMOUS ONLY.

(i did this a year ago today in my previous journal and i'm feeling nostalgic)

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[anonymous]

you said you were different, it was different, i was beautiful, your sunrise and sunset. i made you better, stronger, i was the first thing you thought about when you woke up, the last person you spoke to before you went to sleep.

you could kiss me and touch me as the fanblades whirred overhead and snow fell outside, slowly, too slow, you could tell me that what other boys did and said was wrong, but you couldn't love me. you wouldn't love me.

when i needed more from you, you wouldn't give it, was it because you couldn't? were you scared, or did you just refuse? it could have been amazing, but you know that, don't you.

you only want girls when they are weak, when they are broken. yes, you helped fix me, yes, now i am strong. and then i showed you my strength and you turned running.

"you're trying to make me care about you," you had said. "you're not letting me show that i care."

now you tell her that you love her, you hold her hands, after explaining to me how you didn't believe in love.

give her your false promises.

you are the same, it was the same.

it's just that now, i can tell.

[calliopealive]

this is heartbreaking. it's almost as if it seems he is afraid if he has nothing to fix, he will have to start working on himself. i think that scares him, so he keeps running. but it's no excuse. i'm sorry.