Bleeding isn't Broken

Realisation

I think I was too naive to realise it sooner. But when I think about it, I'm pretty sure you were put into my life to be a constant reminder of how easily I could get hurt. In simpler terms, you were put into my life to hurt me. Good at first you made me fall into this false presence of safety and trust and with that came an attachment and I'm not one to loose that attachment that quickly.

I should've known from the moment you became distant and began to loose it for me that I was in for a world of pain but you gave me hope to hold on. And I did. I held on for the longest amount of time to the hope that we could make it and that everything would be fine. That hope was a hard pill to swallow when it came that we wouldn't last. From your lack of emotions and the distancing once again, I knew we were coming to an end. No matter how hard I held on to you, we were crashing and burning in those pretty blue flames I liked to use in art. We weren't burning anymore than we were distinguished. That was my second strike of hurt and for all instances, this one crushed me.