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I’d like to avoid

*trigger warning*

The next moron that uses avoidant like it was a racial slur.
I’d like to avoid amateur psychiatrists who don’t even understand the buzz word of the week but uses it like they are qualified to make that call.

Oh. And Narcissus called. He wants his fucking name back. Says it’s too good for you. Since you abuse it constantly.

Is there a term for people who think that a diagnosis without education or qualifications has value??

I’ll need your labels when I need my plumber to work on my car. When I need the fire department to do my taxes.

I like to avoid people that think labeling someone so they can shift blame is valid and fooling anyone. It’s dismissive and a testament to ignorance.

When I hear someone call their ex or loved one a narcissist or avoidant that gaslights i automatically think.

Oh. So you are the problem.

Accountability or lack thereof has more gravity than armchair psychiatry.

So many complaints about the people that didn’t love you. Oh he’s a narcissist. He’s an avoidant. He’s gaslighting.

Maybe the question is what is it about you that is attracting all these men with personality disorders?

Where are you advertising? Down at the grippy sock farm?

*This is in no way meant to make light of those that suffer mental illness or personality disorders. They are very real and valid afflictions that deserve to be taken seriously. It is meant to shed light on those that think it’s ok to label somebody as such without understanding what it actually means to suffer an affliction . *

Tu eres un artista

She whispered into my ear as my hand slowly lined out her form. Her shoulder. Her waist. Her hip.

I rest as she presses closer.

Middle to middle

Her face angelic stares deep into mine.

Her eyes are a black pool abyss that hold the secrets of the cosmos. The secret of you and I

Innocence

As though she had never known tears.

The folly of youth.

The heartbreak of loss.

The acceptance of time and change.

Tú eres un artista y yo soy tu pincel.

She whispered between tears.

Between the waves of enlightenment

As she found my rhythm and matched and doubled too soon

A hurried build

I allow no denouement

Slow down my love.

We have time.

I calmed her and waited for her heartbeat to slow.

I’ve waited my entire life.

I was numb to everything

Poisoned myself with lies

I was ignorant.

Going through the motions.

Wake. Work. Shower sleep.

Rinse. Repeat.

I was a machine.

I did what I was told.

I wasn’t living.

Didn’t know what it was to be alive.

I was born today.

Not from you but inside you.

In all the ways you are alive.

I was post mortem

Dead inside

You gave me reason to breath my first breathe .

now I am going to take my

time with you.

Like we do in Texas

Like I was a drug dealer and you are waiting for me to arrive.

Somebody Call god

If I had reservations

Tell him I’ll be late

When i am done

I might as well die

After you there are no more mountains to climb.

No reasons for tomorrow

No love to find.

Nothing good left in this world.

I know You don’t belong to me

You never have. You never will

You belong to someone who doesn’t know heaven when it’s laying next to him growing disdain

He starts only to finish

I will take eternity to end.

Si yo soy un artista

tú no eres el pincel

eres la razón por la que aprendí a pintar.

Long ago, I told you something you still refuse to believe, you have no power over what I feel for you.

You can doubt it. You can call it obsession, illusion, hunger dressed up as devotion. Let them say I am mistaking desire for truth. They were not there. They did not see you the way I saw you. They did not stand close enough to feel the blade of your honesty pass through the room and leave everything false bleeding behind it.

You have always known how to cut straight to the living nerve.

And still, somehow, you do not understand. How could you ever think I would be repelled by you?

Because of what you chose? Because of what you survived? Because your face has changed, your body has changed, your name inside yourself has changed? Because you are not the same woman I first reached for, and because you will never be the same woman twice?

No, that was never the wound, that was never the question.

I was there when things became heavy. I was there when the air between us changed. When words were too small, when explanations felt almost indecent, when silence had to carry what neither of us could name. I remember those moments. Not as accusations. Not as chains. I remember them the way the body remembers weather: pressure in the bones, a taste of iron, the knowledge that something passed over us and did not leave us untouched.

We lived through things that did not ask permission before changing us. And still, I wanted you.

Not the untouched version. Not the easy version. Not some clean, imaginary woman who never contradicted herself, never broke, never burned, never became difficult to hold.

You, the woman who remained after the weight.

The woman who learned how to stand inside her own ruins without asking anyone to call them beautiful.

Yes, I came to help you. At first, perhaps that is what I told myself. That I could be useful. That I could be the one steady hand in the dark. The incubus facing the succubus. Hunger meeting hunger. Desire answering desire. I followed you down into that place where shame loses its language, where the body stops lying, where depravity becomes less a fall than a confession.

But we did not remain there. We became stranger than lust. Closer than confession.

There was a time when I knew your moods before you spoke them. When I could feel the shift in you from across a room, subtle as a change in engine note before failure. A breath held too long. A pause where there should have been cruelty. A softness you tried to hide so quickly that only someone already inside your rhythm could have seen it.

And you knew me too.

You knew when I was pretending to be calm. You knew when my hands went still because something in me was bracing. You knew when I gave too much of myself away and called it strength. You saw the fractures under my discipline. You saw the animal under my restraint. You saw the man trying to make himself useful because being wanted felt too dangerous to ask for.

That was our symbiosis. Not dependence. Not possession. Something quieter. More dangerous.

The way two wounded creatures learn each other’s breathing in the dark. The way one body leans before the other falls. The way your violence had a shape my tenderness understood. The way my silence made room for the parts of you that had never been allowed to arrive safely anywhere.

We fed something in each other. Not just desire. Not just ruin. Recognition.

I was never afraid of your independence. God, no. I admired it. I admired the steel in you. The refusal. The way you could stand alone and make solitude look like a throne. I never wanted you helpless. I never wanted you obedient because you had been broken into obedience. I never wanted you smaller so I could feel large beside you.

I wanted the impossible thing. To be chosen by the woman who needs no one. To be wanted by the woman who could walk away and survive it.

To be allowed near the place where your strength finally takes off its armor.

There is a version of you the world knows how to desire. The beautiful one. The dangerous one. The one who smiles like she has already decided the ending. The one who can make men mistake being ruined for being blessed.

I desire her too. Of course I do. But I love the others more.

The tired one. The silent one. The cruel one who only bites because tenderness once cost too much. The radiant one who appears without warning and makes the whole room seem briefly forgiven. The hungry one. The distant one. The one who changes shape because staying fixed would feel too much like a cage.

You think your changes could drive me away. They only give me more of you to learn. More of you to touch with patience. More of you to love without asking you to become simple.

If you ever grow tired of being untouchable, I want to be the place where you can lay the weight down.

Not because you need me. I know you do not. That has never frightened me. It has only made the wanting cleaner.

Because if you choose me, it will not be from weakness. It will not be because the dark left you no other door. It will be because somewhere inside all your changing, all your burning, all your leaving and returning to yourself, there is a part of you that recognizes me too.

The part that remembers what we were when no one was watching. The part that knows we were never merely desire. We were pulse and answer. Wound and pressure. Flame and oxygen.

Two separate hungers becoming, for one impossible moment, a single living thing. And if that moment is gone, then let it haunt me honestly.

If it remains, even buried, even altered, even sleeping under all the years and all the weight, then let me say this plainly:

I am still here. Not waiting for the woman you used to be. Not mourning the versions of you that had to die. I am here for the woman arriving now. And the next one. And the next.

Again and again, if you let me.

I want to start by saying how deeply sorry I am for the pain I have caused you. I know that my actions hurt you. And I know that I put you through things. No one who loves another person should ever put them through. I see now how much pain, sorrow, and emotional weight you have carried because of me and I am truly sorry for that. You didn’t deserve it.

I want you to know that I acknowledge your feelings completely. You’re hurt is real. Your pain matters. And I regret, more than I could fully express, the ways I contributed to breaking the trust, safety, and peace between us. I take full responsibility for my part without excuses.

All the same time, I need to speak honestly about my heart….
Not to take away from your pain, but to share the truth of mine. For over 14 years, the neglect and rejection I felt devastated me in ways. I didn’t understand at the time. It was deeply traumatizing, and I carried that hurt quietly for a long time. That pain does not excuse the way I hurt you, but it is part of the story of how we both ended up here.

Even knowing that, I am still sorry for my part. I wish I had handled my pain differently. I wish I had communicated better, chosen, healthier ways to cope, and protected both of us from more her. If I could undo the damage I caused I would without hesitation.

Despite everything, my love for you has never disappeared. I still wish, more than anything, that we could find our way back to each other that you would have the patience to see the changes. I am trying to make, and that you would come home. I understand that healing takes time and I respect what space you need. I just want you to know that my heart remains open to you.

Thank you for reading this. I hope someday my words can begin to reflect the growth and the accountability. I am working toward every day.

With love and sincerity

Hey,

I keep thinking about how easy you were, at the start. Or rather how easy it was to talk to you at the start.

You were light, almost carelessly casual, and I stayed because it felt safe to not expect anything from you.

But had it had stayed there, I wouldn’t be writing this. But you changed the pace. And I decided to keep up.

You started asking things that made me pause. And I leaned in without realizing when that happened. I started waiting for you. Reading your words twice. Sharing more than I intended and asking more than I could process at times.

That’s where it deepened. It felt intentional, like I was being understood in a way that doesn’t happen often. And I trusted that more than I should have. And believed that it could finally go right.

But I felt it, even then. That small hesitation. Things not lining up cleanly. Stories shifting just slightly in the re-telling. Questions about you that never really got answered.

I noticed. I just kept choosing not to. When I asked, you gave me half-answers. Or answers that sounded right until I thought about them again. Sometimes you just moved us past it. And I let you. Because I wanted to believe so badly.

I think I believed in the feeling of us more than the truth of you.

Because it felt real. Steady. Convincing enough to silence doubt. Until it didn’t. And the shift was quiet.

Your words started feeling placed instead of honest. And then the truth slipped through, not enough to confront, just enough to rearrange everything. Not just that you weren’t who I thought, but that I stayed inside something that only worked because I kept believing it.

I kept expecting it to make sense again. It never did. Now it’s clearer.

And what stays with me is this—

I felt it coming, more than once, and I still chose you anyway.

And if I could have a do-over, I would still choose you...

Hey,

I’ve been sitting here with everything that happened, turning it over in my heart and in my head, and I need you to know how deeply sorry I am.
Not just for the way I reacted, before the pain behind it that I didn’t know how to hold properly.
I love my fears speak louder than my love, and that’s something I truly regret
What I feel for you has never been small or temporary. It’s something that’s rooted itself. Deep inside me overtime 14+ years, through every quiet moment, every shared glance every piece of life we’ve lived side-by-side.
You became part of how I understand the world, part of how I understand myself.

And that’s why this hurts so much

But even in the middle of this, I keep coming back to the one undeniable truth, there is something rare and beautiful about us the way we connect, the way we understand each other without always needing words, the history we carry… it isn’t something ordinary. It’s something people search for their entire lives and never quite find

I see it. I feel it. I know it.

I hate that my actions may have made you question that beauty. I hate that I let my own inner chaos spill over onto something so meaningful. You didn’t deserve that version of me you didn’t deserve that.

I’m trying to understand myself better, where my fears come from why I reacted the way I did. I started therapy because I never wanna hurt you like that again I never wanna hurt anyone like again.

Not you not us not anyone

No matter where we stand right now, I need you to know this loving you has been one of the most real and powerful things I’ve ever experienced. And I will always carry that with care.
If there is still a space where we can find each other again, calmly, honestly, and with open hearts. I would meet you there with everything I have….

You will always be a part of me even if you discard the part of me that IS part of you.

For the love of peace and partners.

I wish there was a well around so I can drop my coin in and wish. I'd wish for your healing,your happiness, your love, your desire, your patience, your understanding, your anger, your venting, your short fuse at certain things 😂 I just wish for it all! The good and the bad because we are all both. I'd wish that you could love me in ways that you never loved anybody else, not more necessarily, because I do you. The way I feel for you is different than anything else I've ever had before. It was something we never wanted and now you have become someone I need, want, cherish. I want to take care of you, I want to nurture you,I want to be there on your good days and bad! I want to see you through all the storms yet to come, to hold your hand when you're scared and you hold mine! I want to be by your side, I don't want to be in front of you, I don't want to be behind you,I want to be beside you!! I want us to grow and build together even if it's from the ground up we've both been there before and I know we can do it together! I know we can do anything we put our minds to because that's the way we are! Just a little about the way I feel for you(us?)Hope one day you'll feel it too! Love you baby

Babygirl..

The silver flicker is a bitter predation, a scripted affliction for a blinded nation. A marketed mismatch as destiny calling, but when the gravity shifts the hammer starts falling, you surrender the mercy, the honor, the vein, just to drown in the static and swallow the rain. The songs are a forgery, hollow and thin. A saccharine venom soaking into the skin.

I gave up the marrow, the will and the vow. To a specter of nothing who’s vanishing now. The trust was a tally, the faith was a toll, for a journey that fractured the depth of the soul. The exits are brutal, a surgical tear, leaving the echos of questions no one will hear. The exit is honest, a blunt force decree, the only direction is somber and free.

No soul is companion, no spirits are pairs, in a universe vacant nobody cares. The stone is a finish, the clay is the bed, beyond all the fables and the lies that they fed. We are orbits of dust in a limitless void, with the daydreams of soulmates completely destroyed.

How do you grieve for a love that didn’t even exist?

The love that is built quietly in stolen moments, in hopes, in “what ifs” that felt so real you swore they meant something. And yet, here you are, carrying the weight of something that was never yours to begin with, trying to explain a heartbreak that has no clear ending, no official goodbye.

There are no memories you’re allowed to claim, no relationship to point to, no proof that it mattered as much as it did. But it did. It mattered in the way your chest tightened when their name appeared, in the way their hands felt in yours. You’re not just grieving a person, you’re grieving the future you created with them in your mind.

Maybe that’s what hurts the most, losing something that only you held, something you never even got the chance to keep. And that kind of heartbreak doesn’t just fade, it lingers. Because how could you even let go of something that once felt like everything?

Somewhere out there

I’m sure someone might be waiting for me.

I thought we had found each other,
but once again… I was wrong.

What’s really wrong with me?

Every time I try to connect deeper,
it fades.

Every single time.

Am I incapable of truly being there?

Do I still have too much shit to work through alone?

Or am I just destined to walk this path solo —
building a family out of the few who stayed,
who can actually put up with me?

Sometimes I wish my brain would stop self-sabotaging,
stop being so fucking me.

I’m done.

Done with the dating, the games, the slow disappearances.

All I want is someone who chooses to grow with me —
together and apart.

Someone who sees the world the way I do
and isn’t just here for a season.

Someone willing to talk when shit gets heavy,
instead of letting it fester in silence.

Somewhere out there…

maybe there’s a person just like me,
meant for me.

But I’m done looking.

Done trying.

Done hoping.

I’ll just keep sailing.

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I know I’m a grown woman. I pay my bills, I make the hard decisions, I navigate the world solo, and I’m proud of the life I’m building. I love my independence.

​But honestly? Some days I am just tired.

​Deep down, behind the "I got it" exterior, there’s a part of me that just wants to completely switch my brain off. I want to be babied. I want to be someone’s "little girl" for five minutes while they take over, tell me everything is handled, and let me just... exist without being the ceo of my own life.

​It’s such a weird contradiction to be so capable yet so desperate to be taken care of. I’m out here slowly winning, but I low-key want to cry because I just want someone to tuck me in and tell me I don’t have to be the strong one today.

After our conversation Monday, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.

I just want to talk until 2 am like we used to.

About nothing and everything, about what we both did wrong and right. About where we've been and where we want to go.

I think things are fixable. Even if not right away.

Why did you take

my one and only love away from me

my best friend

the one who never asked questions

just stayed

The one who found me

when I was at my lowest

when the world felt like it was closing in

and I couldn’t breathe

you sat beside me like air

You pulled me through hell

without saying a word

just a look

just a presence

just a quiet promise

that I wasn’t alone

You were the reason

I kept going

when I didn’t want to

when everything in me said stop

you said stay

And now you’re gone

and I don’t understand

why something so pure

had to be taken

like it meant nothing

If this is karma

then it’s cruel

it’s twisted

it’s a punishment

I don’t remember earning

Because this feeling

it crawls under my skin

it won’t sit still

it won’t let me rest

My tears don’t fall

they cut

sharp and endless

like grief has teeth

and it’s not letting go

I would’ve taken your pain

I would’ve carried it

if it meant one more day

one more moment

one more time seeing you

You weren’t just a dog

you were my safe place

my constant

my proof that something good

could exist in my life

And now the silence

feels louder than anything

because you’re not in it

I showed up how I thought you’d need
You called it distance, I called it me
You gave me love I couldn’t read
We both felt blind but couldn’t see

No villains, no one to blame
Just two people wired the same
Gave it all in the wrong way
Watched it fall day by day

I know you've gone on holiday, but I didn't think that meant I stopped being important. I told you that I'd had a nightmare, and all you said was "I'm sorry", you didn't ask if I was okay, you didn't ask what it was about. I dreamt that I cheated on you, and honestly, it felt so, so good to have someone notice me, and I felt/feel so guilty about this. I know your libido has been damaged because of your medication, but I had a stroke last year, and the complete lack of intimacy, the complete lack of compassion, has left me feeling unwanted, broken and so alone. I needed you to take an interest, I needed you to care in that moment, but you didn't do either of those things, you just said sorry and hoped I'd leave it.

I'm sorry that I'm such a burden, I'm sorry that I'm not attractive enough for you, I'm sorry that I'm not enough for you to want to fight for. I love you, with everything I've got, and I'm sorry that you don't feel the same.

I want it all, Maybe I'm selfish. I want the holding hands, going on dates, making out, sitting in your lap, big hugs/kiss bc you missed me. I want romance!! I want to feel your love as you will mine. I honestly don't think that's ever in the cards for me

With each heartbreak her light didn't dim it intensified, illuminating her path with newfound strength. She wore her scars like constellations each one a testament to battles fought and lessons learned. She'd sit with a broken heart convinced loneliness was her destiny, yet her spirit shone brighter each time. Just as she began to bask in her radiant glow content in her solitude, love watched patiently from the shadows, ready to pounce when she least expected it, eager to add another verse to her ever evolving story

The most sincere love comes from a person who actually enjoys their own company. When a solitary soul chooses you, they are not looking for someone to fill a void or kill the silence. They are making a conscious decision that your presence is worth the sacrifice of their own peace.

I don’t know if you feel it too…

but something about the way everything is right now just feels… off.

Not loud. Not obvious.

Just this constant tension sitting underneath everything.

Like we’re all being pulled into sides we didn’t consciously choose.

I’ve been thinking a lot about division.
Not the obvious kind, not the big, explosive conflicts, but the quiet kind.

The kind that changes how we see each other without us even realising.

The way conversations shut down faster.
The way people get labelled before they’re understood.

The way it’s become so easy to assume the worst in someone who thinks differently.
It’s subtle… but it’s everywhere.

And I keep coming back to this feeling that most people don’t actually want this.

Most people aren’t as extreme as it all makes it seem.

Most people aren’t looking for enemies.

But somehow, that’s what we’re being pushed toward.

And the more it happens, the more normal it starts to feel.

Like it’s just how things are now… but I don’t think it is.

I think we’ve just been slowly conditioned into it.
Into reacting instead of thinking.

Into choosing sides instead of asking questions.
Into seeing people as positions instead of… people.

And I get it, it’s easier that way.

Clear lines. Clear identities.

A sense of certainty in a world that feels pretty uncertain.

But it comes at a cost.

Because the moment we stop seeing each other clearly, we lose something important.
We lose nuance.
We lose curiosity.
We lose the ability to sit in discomfort and actually understand something outside of ourselves.
And without that… everything becomes more divided.

I don’t have some big solution, I just know that I don’t want to keep participating in it blindly.
I don’t want to keep defaulting to “us vs them” without even questioning it.

I want to stay aware of it.

To notice when I’m being pulled into it.

To pause before I react.

And maybe that’s where it starts.

Not by fixing everything out there, but by being a bit more conscious in how we show up within it.
By remembering that the person on the other side of whatever issue… is still a person.

Maybe you’ve felt this too.

Maybe you haven’t had the words for it. Or maybe you have, and just haven’t said it out loud.

Either way… I thought I’d say it, just in case you needed to hear that you’re not the only one questioning it.