fiery-ice

You can't understand.  You just can't.  This agony of being rejected not once, not twice, but thrice.  Some people might have stopped after the first blow.  I would have understood-No one wants to be rejected or hurt like that.  Especially not you.  It was why you pulled away in the first place.  You were stubborn, yearning not to chained to me.  I was a reminder of why things are the way they are now.  But you wanted to simply forget.  Forget everything that had transpired so that these precious tiny memories would evaporate into the big blue haze.  While I realized that, I could not simply let your memory remain in its ghostly vapor. I kep

It isn't so often that I puzzle and confuse even myself-the one who should know me and who I am the best of all. It was a high strung jumble of emotions, going off into the whole spectrum in less than 6 minutes. There was joy. There was shame. Ecstasy. Frustration. Happiness. Confusion. There has always been a high to a low. I proceeded to melt and sink into a tweaked story. The story was tweaked for it was too close, too raw to the truth. I feared that I was to be found out. Last night within my deepest roots, I would have said "I cannot bear for you to speak to me." [Because just hearing you speak sends me into a pandeomium of emotions

Why is it that you speak so rudely but mask them with good intentions? I know you mean well ... But honestly, there's a lack of warmth from you in my interpretations. How do you expect to understand me when we don't even speak to one another? Or is it just easier not to confront the other, but to be two faced about this matter? Everything you know of me is from some other source who mixes their point of view in-which leads to distortion of my person. So why don't you come talk to me for once sweetie, get your honest fill in this matter, and allow me to correct your misperceptions of this situation?