British is a code word for "that special lad"
Letting go is full of so much pain.
I have to do it.
I can’t hold on any more. It’s getting ridiculous.
I have Sacha now.
But as I come out of this “phase”/love I am left wondering how much of “me” was me, and how much was really just "British"?
How much was me building myself for him? I constructed myself to be what I thought he wanted.
I did it.
I think the way he did. I perfected myself a bit too well.
Who am I…
Well, I like high top kicks, tight high-waisted jeans, Hollywood Undead, cruel humor, and philosophical thoughts. I like singing. I like running. I like weed. Do I? Or was that for him? I’ve only been high three or four times. Not enough to know. I am unique because of my curls and the bracelets covering my wrists.
The cuts under them were "British".
So, no more of those, I guess.
Do I like Three Days Grace? I think so. I hope that’s not him.
Do I really want a nose piercing? Probably.
Am I going to go back to who I was before I met "British"?
NO. I can’t. I refuse to.
WHO AM I?
"British" has taught me so much. He didn’t even mean to do anything, or try, but I have to give him credit for opening up a lot of my personality and thought.
So, thanks for that.
It’s like I’m sucking out all the poison.
But without the poison I have nothing to feel.
I don’t even know if something will spark next time I see his face, and I’ll forget about all this “recovery” mumbo-jumbo.
I don’t know if I’ll feel ANYTHING next time I see his face.
That scares me a bit.
He used to mean everything, and how can that all just be extracted at the snap of a finger?
I don’t want to go numb. It fucking sucks to be numb.
I don’t want to keep chasing after a dream that is just that- a dream. It can’t ever be real, no matter how hard I think and wish.
I just have to wait things out.
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The Diary
PoetryAs if the first kiss story wasn't personal enough, here's my virtual diary! I named it after the Hollywood Undead song. This will be my way of venting out to the world, and I seem to have a knack for extended metaphors. I have always written privat...