It’s true when they say the more u say something is going to happen, it’s going to happen. And as you stand through the flurry of painful words and hurtful statement, you slowly learn to adapt and ignore the pain. A numbness easily recognised by those that have been broken one too many times.
But things are never as expected is it. The whole unpredictability of life just fucks u over, over and over again. And when you think your immunity level has gone a notch up, a few surprising words and phrases smashes through and you are left standing there bewildered and shaken from the sheer impact of the force and how badly it tore apart your heart despite that invisible wall.
For the longest yet briefest period of time, you find yourself floating in an abyss of past memories, of every event, every touch, every conversation passed wondering if it had all been a lie; a disgusting game of lie and pretend that you had so naively believed over the months.
How stupid it was to have fallen into a self dug graveyard. To allow oneself to once again be vulnerable and turn into those pathetic girls we often frown disapprovingly upon; you know, the ones that think the world is going to end because a guy left after a few weeks. Foolish creatures us humans can turn out to be.
And I’m still left thinking. Was any part of the past few months even real anymore…

























