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Mar. 27th, 2005 09:37 pmI am the definition of damaged goods
those few of you
who have met or talked with me
probably would be surprised
to hear this
but I'm a freaking wreck
there is a side of me
which no one
and I mean no one
ever sees
you see
in my heart of hearts
I pine for a woman
nearly ten years deceased
every day
I wonder why I do not simply end it all
to be with her again
and every day I struggle
to find a new excuse
to get me through the day
usually I rely upon my curiousity
that desire I have to see all the things
I have not yet seen
to do all the things I have not yet done
it is that tenous line
which keeps me bound to this existence
experience
I live each day
hoping to do something
interesting
amusing
worthwile
enough to justify a day separated from her
pathetic isnt it
that singular joy of my life
stolen from me that night
leaves me a broken husk
and now
I only pretend to care
the bottom line is
I am just going through the motions
living a pretend life
to fulfill my obligations
because none of it matters in the least to me anymore
my heart is broken
shattered
I'm not here anymore
just a drone
going through the motions
because it is what is expected of me
what else do I have?
most people I know
know little of love
have never experience a love
like I once had
two people completely on the same page
two bodies with one mind
I just cant seem to let go
cannot stop loving her
first and foremost
I am a broken doll in a world without duct tape
and now
nearing my thirtieth year
every day
I find it harder and harder
to find a fucking point for it all
a reason to bother with life
ten years
I have missed her
ten years
I still grieve
as if it was yesterday
will it ever end?
will I ever feel ok
feel less devastated
less broken
will my heart
my soul
ever stop bleeding
each day is harder than the one before it
each day the excuses, the rationales
seem less believable
but I
I am too much a coward
so instead
every day I pray for the worst
a truck swerving over the center line
those few of you
who have met or talked with me
probably would be surprised
to hear this
but I'm a freaking wreck
there is a side of me
which no one
and I mean no one
ever sees
you see
in my heart of hearts
I pine for a woman
nearly ten years deceased
every day
I wonder why I do not simply end it all
to be with her again
and every day I struggle
to find a new excuse
to get me through the day
usually I rely upon my curiousity
that desire I have to see all the things
I have not yet seen
to do all the things I have not yet done
it is that tenous line
which keeps me bound to this existence
experience
I live each day
hoping to do something
interesting
amusing
worthwile
enough to justify a day separated from her
pathetic isnt it
that singular joy of my life
stolen from me that night
leaves me a broken husk
and now
I only pretend to care
the bottom line is
I am just going through the motions
living a pretend life
to fulfill my obligations
because none of it matters in the least to me anymore
my heart is broken
shattered
I'm not here anymore
just a drone
going through the motions
because it is what is expected of me
what else do I have?
most people I know
know little of love
have never experience a love
like I once had
two people completely on the same page
two bodies with one mind
I just cant seem to let go
cannot stop loving her
first and foremost
I am a broken doll in a world without duct tape
and now
nearing my thirtieth year
every day
I find it harder and harder
to find a fucking point for it all
a reason to bother with life
ten years
I have missed her
ten years
I still grieve
as if it was yesterday
will it ever end?
will I ever feel ok
feel less devastated
less broken
will my heart
my soul
ever stop bleeding
each day is harder than the one before it
each day the excuses, the rationales
seem less believable
but I
I am too much a coward
so instead
every day I pray for the worst
a truck swerving over the center line
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:13 am (UTC)sounds like you were very young when it happened.
we tend to romatisize the things we experienced as young.
the kind of love you speak of is rear, but not impossible.
i am lucky to have it wiht my husband.
i dread the thought of ever loosing him and having to go on with my life. i dont' think i could.
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:14 am (UTC)I wonder why I do not simply end it all
to be with her again"
Because that's not what she would have wanted.
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 02:19 am (UTC)she actually said as much to me once
not that I think she was prophetic
just one of those random conversations
she said that if something happened to her
and I didnt go on and live a full life
she would come back and kick my ass
but fuck if I dont miss her something fierce
and I'm just tired of it
tired of being without her
tired of always feeling like I've just had the shit kicked out of my heart by the entire roman army
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 02:37 am (UTC)I dont know
everyone told me it would get better in time
time heals all wounds
and all that shit
but it never stops hurting
never stops feeling like it happened yesterday
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:47 am (UTC)That is bullshit. Anyone who said that hasn't experienced true loss.
It never heals, never goes away. But you find a way to live with it the best you can, try to learn something from it, take away whatever positive things you can find.
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:48 am (UTC)I could see how the use of words might lead one to think that.. and I want a well lived and enjoyed life for
..but I think that he greatly understates his life to say 'living it as a drone.'
He still gives all to the moment's considerations.. find some joy in completeing the responsibilities.. makes it through they day in the ways that he can which is occasionally enjoyed or smiled over.
It's the lie to put yourself to sleep and to get you out of bed.. that, I would imagine, is the feeling of greatest betrayal..
To my thinking there is naught for him to feel chastened for in life.. except to learn to find joy and peace with it.
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 02:54 am (UTC)but I just wonder when I wont feel so damn broken anymore
ten years I have cried
mourned
talked to friends
shrinks
the only way I've found to live with it
is to lie to myself
stuff it all in a box
cause it never gets better
never lessens
my heart lives in a meat grinder
and
I just dont know what to do anymore
I cant imagine another forty years like this
fuck
I cant imagine another year like this
forget being happy
my dreams arent so lofty
I just cant hurt like this
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:16 am (UTC)These kind of things never stop hurting. You begin to learn to keep on living, as you have for the most part, but they don't just disappear.
I'm here if you need me.
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Date: 2005-03-28 09:28 am (UTC)those few of you
who have met or talked with me
probably would be surprised
to hear this
Heh.
H and I have been telling you that for years...
As she told me she said to you recently, "While you are extremely smart, one day you will wake up and find wisdom..."
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Date: 2005-03-28 10:27 am (UTC)Don't give up just yet.
Date: 2005-03-28 01:20 pm (UTC)She might be gone, but you aren't and obviously the thought of her is still very much alive, I hope you are grateful you have had the chance to experience this kind of love, because you are very very lucky, I know sounds shit I know, considering the circumstances but I hope you can find some way for those thoughts of her and your memories to comfort you and bring a smile to your face or make you laugh, maybe something in your life could've happened to prevent you two ever coming together and none of what you had could've existed, maybe, maybe, maybe.
For a man of your wise words we can't be suprised you hold feelings like this, you've felt the very bottom of hurt and pain and you translate those times into lessons for us, maybe one day you will get a taste of your own medicine, and hopefully it will be sweet and not so bitter tasting anymore.
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Date: 2005-03-28 09:43 pm (UTC)