Don't ...

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Don’t cry to me if all you’re going to do is pull away.
Don’t tell me you love me just to leave me the next day.
Don’t treat me like my feelings don’t matter.
Don’t insult my intelligence by making promises you couldn’t adhere to if you tried. Don’t pretend to give me your heart if it’s empty.....


Just leave me alone....



Wait, don’t go....

Perfect Imperfection

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I don’t know what people see when they look at me, but I remember even as a child always wondering what I look like to them. I don’t know what they hear when they listen to me, but I’ve often wished I could hear their thoughts. I’ve wondered what someone felt when they touched me, but I suppose in that department all you can really do is hope for the best.
I’m not sure whether it’s ironically funny or simply tragic that the times in which I have actually glimpsed into these thoughts, images and feelings that I typically end up wishing I could go back to being clueless. Suffice to say it adds to the already mounting evidence at least with respect to my life, indicating that ignorance truly is bliss.
So what does it mean when the people you perceive to know you the best disappoint you, hurt you or worse, leave you? You could argue their faults and the cracks you’ve seen in their souls but simple, pure logic and practicality would point to the one true possibility. That the true flaw lies in you.