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Life Of A Part-Time Mermaid

"when you threw me to the wolves that night,
did you think they’d find me easy to swallow?
you’ve loved me more than the others; you know i claw and scream on the way down.

of course i bit back. i learned to love the moon.
i wore wolf skins as easily as my own.
i growled at death and watched him run.

please know that if you feel the hair rise on the back
of your neck, sense a shadow in the bathroom
mirror, find eyes in the thick of night, i am here.

i do not hunger after you.
i imagine you’ll taste exactly as i remember: sour, chalky, gritty. dirt under my nails.
i will be bored of this form soon.

i suggest next time, you try feeding me to dragons. — A STUDY IN SURVIVAL | m.c."

Me
I've been broken, I've loved and I've been hurt. A best friend, a hard worker, a loyal lover. I am simply human.

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Dreamland
Friday, March 23, 2012 @ 9:45 PM
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“Well, it's New Year's now but I don't feel that way anymore. I wonder if you do either. Something's happening to me. It's like I'm shrinking smaller and smaller and I can't stop it. There's just so much wrong that I can't imagine the shame in admitting even the tiniest part of it. When you left it was like there was this huge gap to fill, but instead of spreading wide enough to do it I just fell right in, and I'm still falling. Like I'm half-asleep, and I can't wake up, can't wake up....”


I feel like I might as well just give up. Give up on whatever it was that made me happy and I'm just frustrated and struggling. No one actually really gets how any of this feels. How shitty it all is.
I had this all thought out until I sat down to write it out. Which is how it normally goes.
It's hard being completely abandoned, it's honestly ridiculous to even wrap your head around especially after years.

But what's worse is opening yourself up to trying to be okay and happy after that. And having that go badly too. I told myself I didn't enjoy having someone to go places with and do stupid shit with. It was nice to be treated well and really enjoy someone's company, and it feels like ass when they don't want anything more than that, and even worse when they flirt with someone else. Always someone else.

I never feel like I'm enough, or good enough. And after the things that I found out happened, I'm not doing the LDR thing anymore, I don't think I could keep it up anyway because after 4 years I miss someone holding my hand and giving me what I need in person. You can't fully trust someone when they're so far away.


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