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Posted by on 2020/02/15 under Life

Vulnerability is Love.

I need two hands to count the several times I reached out.

I put my heart on my shoulder just so that he could flick it off and stomp on it.

Then retrieve it to chew it up and spit it out.

Why?

I don't want to be with someone who doesn't want me.

I want a man who will move mountains, swim oceans, put it all on the line just to be with me.

I am deserving of that kind of love.

Vulnerable – scared, worried, frightened, but always faithful to the end.

Isn't that what we do?

We handover our whole hearts to them that they will be trusting, loving, caring, wanting, forgiving reliant upon the one we love to receive that in exchange as well.

But if you don't then what?

It is time to let go and move past..

He will never be the same towards me nor I him.

Too much heartbreak, tears, craziness, and not to mention other people.

He never exposed his heart to me in those last moments and that's alright.

I understand why and I am at peace with that.

I now write of people that are not real. Longing for them, created from fragments of pieces I admire or long for in a love.

Not looking just dreaming, like dreamers do.

Releasing creativity and whatever peace of mind I need.

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