If you find me a burden or a nuisance
Just tell me.
I'll let you
Let me go.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Posted by X.V. at 8:06 PM 0 comments
Labels: Bothered, Frustrated, Hurt, Wreckage
I've always had this strange feeling.
I feel like, if you one day wake up and forget about me.
Me and ONLY memories of me.
I'd try so hard to get you back.
...but if I one day wake up.
And lose all memory of you.
You wouldn't even try.
You would let me go.
Posted by X.V. at 12:07 AM 0 comments
There
Always.
When you need me.
When you want me around.
When alone, you don't want to be.
When you want to be found.
When you need to be happy.
When you are bored.
When you need help.
When you want me.
I am.
Always.
I pine.
When I want your presence.
When I crave for your scent.
When I can't be alone.
When I dream about you.
When I want to be loved.
When I miss you so bad.
When I need you the most.
You are not.
Posted by X.V. at 12:05 AM 0 comments
Labels: Bothered, Frustrated, Random Literature, Rants, Unsettling
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
It kills me that you only look for me
Whenever there is something
you need of me.
Posted by X.V. at 9:42 PM 0 comments
Labels: Frustrated, Unsettling
In Recluse
I know you're used to living like that. I cannot blame you for your love of isolation. I know how much it means to you to just lie there on your bed; locked up in your own world. I know you hate being disturbed, and I know you hate it when people interrupt you in your reverie.
But don't push me away.
I'm tired of missing you and only you. The problem with missing someone is that it can be one sided. While you're wallowing in the pleasure of your seclusion, I am dying inside, every time I can't feel your presence. If i'm not there, you're fine. If you're not here, I hurt.
Am I obsessed?
No. I don't think so. I just need to feel you somehow. Being in my heart is not enough. It's never enough. You can stay in my heart for all eternity, but how would I know if i'm still there in yours if you never let me feel you?
I suspect.
Every time you don't answer my messages, I feel as if you're doing it on purpose. I feel like you are telling me to give you some space. I am sorry. I forgot how important isolation is to you. I forgot your discomfort around a lot of people. I forgot how introverted you are.
So here goes:
Even if it's torture...
Even if it's pain.
I'll force myself to love you from afar.
If it suits you,
Maybe i'll teach myself to suit it.
I'll pine for you.
Crave you.
Search for you.
In recluse.
Posted by X.V. at 9:10 AM 0 comments
Labels: Bothered, Random Realizations, Unsettling, Wreckage
