Picking up the Pieces

Why is is that when life falls apart, rather than slowly crumbling piece by piece, instead it shatters completely within an instant. It’s common knowledge that every life has its downfalls, hurt, struggles, pain, but why can’t there be periods of time between those misfortunes to recover, build yourself back up prior to having to endure yet another one? Why instead is it that after having a piece of your life fall apart do all of the other pieces have to fall apart immediately after? So quickly that you aren’t capable anymore of trying to put the pieces back together. So broken that you can’t help but ask what’s the point? How long this time before everything shatters completely all over again?  And how many times can this happen before you can’t recover, before the pieces are shattered so small and seemingly so out of reach that you no longer have the means to to put any of them back together? When you have nothing left in you to try. And you can’t help but ask yourself if this is all life is, struggle and pain. If there is even any such thing as real happiness or if it’s just another fairytale, something we hold on to to keep going because everytime you start to feel the slightest hint of it, its immediately taken away….

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Lesson Learned

It hurts so bad I can physically feel my heart breaking, the very last part of it shattering to pieces. Why did I respond to that message? Why did I allow myself to give you another chance, have the hope that maybe after all time you weren’t the same person you were back then. How could I not see that you knew knew my weaknesses, and would use that to gain my trust, break down my wall? You showed me exactly what I wanted to see until you knew you had my heart, and then you showed me you. The real you, the person who could hear me cry and turn away as though it was nothing, the person who asked me to open up and when I did closed his ears, the person that knowingly made promises he knew he would break, whos only thought in his mind was himself. I just want to know why, how the words I love you can pass through your lips with such casualty. Were you just bored with the normal pattern of one night stands and needed more of a challenge, something more exciting? You knew about my past and yet didn’t thik of the end result, how this would affect me? Or maybe you did but it just didn’t matter, I didn’t matter. So I just want to apologize not to you, but to myself, for allowing in the hope that I could actually find someone, that it would be different this time, that I would be happy…because we all know that only happens in fairytales…