Head and Heart

My pain is in limbo, neither healing nor aching

A place between suppression and release

Between head and heart 

Afraid to fall apart

Between the hours

Was talking to a friend about what happened
At some point in the converstion she  looked at me and asked if I was okay that we are not in touch
I did not know what to say
I had never thought about how I felt not hearing from you
It is good I do not hear from you because it helps in the healing
But there's a new type of sadness that I feel having to deal with knowing you actually don't want to get in touch, that you do not want anything to do with me
That everything just totally disappeared like "we" never happened

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Finale

Very few times in life will you come to a point when you realize you have arrived at an absolute end. It is a strange maybe even harsh realization for those who hope but a relief to those who need a fresh start. It's all a matter of perspective as they say.

So...

Just holy fucking WOW!

Sits in the directors chair.

Ushers in fat lady to sing.

Remember this...

Kisses are not promises and rings are not guarantees.

Love is like a used car

Love is like buying a car from a used car lot
Somebody has used it before
It's pre-loved with its own set of issues
Some were fixed
Some were not
It feels okay during the test drive
But you never know if it works until
You've driven in around the block a few times

OMG. I miss you... Goddamit!

The things left unsaid

I wish I could say that I want you to stay because I do
But I won't because it would be the same as me asking you to pretend to want me.

I want to tell you that I miss you and that I ache every time I think of you.
I think about and constantly resist messaging you all day and night
But I won't because what good would that be?

I want to tell you that I miss "us" and that I still want us to be together
That i carry this love for you that makes it so difficult to not want to be with you
But I won't because that wouldn't change anything either.

I cannot undo it
I cannot change it
I cannot fix it
I cannot hope for it

The only choice is to shut up.
Let you be...
Let you go...

Somethings are left unsaid because it does not really matter
but somehow some way they need to be expressed.