My Dealer

I fell for it…

I allowed my emotions to get the better of me.
Once again I let my heart do all the thinking.
Time and time I keep telling myself that it won’t happen…
Not again,
not anymore.
But there it is…
My heart jumping first in the firing line.
My entire being so eager to get that fix called heartbreak…
It’s like I encourage this emotional mutilation.
Like I want you to break me all over again….
This back and forth,
Let’s start of as friends,
One minute you here next you gone situation kills me.
I no longer get bruised easily I just break into a billion pieces.
The mere thought of you sends me into an emotional ICU.
Sad part is I look forward to that high called heartbreak…
It’s the only way I still get something,
Feel something from you…
You are the only one who can give me that fix and you still fail at it.
You couldn’t succeed in keeping me
And you can’t succeed in giving me heartbreaks…
I keep asking myself what it is i need to do.
I’m addicted to you breaking up with me
You hurting me
You constantly disappointing me…
I looked forward to all of that…
It gave me an all time high,
It kept me connected to you….
And now?
Now I’m all alone
You found new addict to break now that I’m broken beyond repair…

2 a. m thoughts of a broken heart

It’s night like these that I hate most. 

Nights where sleep seems to have run off, 

my brain starts wonder 

and my heart just feels forbidden feelings… 

Nights where I miss you dearly.

Or maybe not you but the things you did.

But then again it could be you that I miss…

But I say it again, I hate nights like these!

Where I yearn for your touch,

Your warmth.

How your heartbeat became a soothing lullaby,

Except now the only sound fall asleep to is my heart shatter.

I remember nights like these where:

Your kisses gave me a rush

The way you held me gave me this high that I couldn’t explain 

we became entwined.

And now nights like this remind me how bad my addiction to you was.

Moments of regret playing over and over like a horrible nightmare.

Flash backs of times where i could have left but didn’t.

I could smell the judgement in the room with just me….

I despise night like these….

They remind me of time where we use to stay up and have the most amazing conversation.

We watched movies and fell asleep during the movie.

We had moments of passion.

Now the only moment I have is my tears meeting my pillow….

It’s nights like these that

I wish I never met you or fell in love.

It’s nights like these that

I feel hatred for you.
It’s nights like these that

I wonder if you feel the pain I feel. 

It’s nights like these that

I could rip out my heart just until all the feeling is gone.
Nights like these are never easy.

Nights like this make you wish you could already see the crack of dawn.

Nights like these will make feel broken and alone.

It’s nights like these that I hate.

A letter to him

The last 2 months I’ve learnt a lot about myself. I realised I can’t stay angry no matter how much I try, I’ve learnt to embrace my insecurities and to fall in love with myself all over again the greatest impact so far on me is finding myself in Christ again. I’ve let go of everything and just started all over. I don’t regret anything about us, I am actually grateful it all happened otherwise I wouldn’t have been where I am and if someone asked me if I would do it again I’d say yes. I’m not fully over you matter of fact I won’t get over you but I am moving on and seeking joy for myself, like I said in the text messages and everything I am about my life now and all I want is piece of mind. It still hurts not know what happened and why it did but I don’t cry as much any, it doesn’t really hurt anymore and look at your jacket everyday doesn’t break me anymoreI am happy by myself because I prayed about it and I prayed for you. I’m still worried about and I do miss you I hope you’re ok.

our moments of brokenness always pass through the hands of our good and faithful heavenly Father.

Romans 8:18