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Back to back SUs, read the previous poem to understand this.
SpoilerAnd as the last brick in the wall that is your secure and safe life falls and breaks, you are left, sick and alone, hardly able to even focus your eyes, wondering what you did wrong.
People are like fine pottery. You hold them close, trying to protect them. But the tighter you hold them, the sooner they shatter and you are left with nothing but the broken pieces of what once was beautiful.
You knew this was coming, didn’t you? You told them… you said what you thought was coming, and they denied it. Again and again, they denied it, until, maybe you started to believe them. But, here you are, grasping the sharp edges, even as they cut you, saying to yourself; “We were right all along. We know it would happen. It’s only ever a matter of time.”
The distance is great. You sit next to them, but feel miles apart. You make eye contact and wonder who they really are… or were. It’s all so complicated. You don’t know the next step. Is there even one? Any way to fix your broken pottery? Will the cracks show when it’s fixed? You don’t know if anything will ever be the same again.
“We just need space.” You and them need space. That’s what they said. That’s what needs to happen now. You don’t know if you can even speak up anymore. Is there a point if their decision is made? You don’t know what will come of all this. You feel lost and broken, bleeding and hurt. Is there a way out?
We recognize this place… the place where it all started. We went home from this place and tried to stop breathing. We know exactly where we sat, exactly what happened before… and after. We hid under all those suffocating blankets and tried to leave, to no avail. We couldn’t. They… they saved us. Was it really so long ago? We were so close, so… but not anymore. Something happened… we still don’t understand what. We don’t understand how. Or why. But it happened. There is no return now.
You really messed up. You wrote them a poem, trying to tell them, explain what you feel. Felt? It backfired. The poem was exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time. You messed it up and now you’re paying for it. Are they really that far away? What’s happening? You’re so confused. What did you do wrong? You were too clingy. You held on too tight. And so they broke. They had such sharp edges… they cut you. They hurt you. You’re going to have scars now. They might never heal. You’re marked now because you chose to trust. Chose to try. Now look where you are. And you deserve every bit of the pain.
~Stick
4-22-24
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*hugs* I love you so much Sticky. And I know that doesn’t make it any better, and I know that no matter how many words I try to give you, no matter how eloquent they may be, they can’t possibly make you understand all that I feel. They can’t make it all right, and they can’t make you believe it’ll be all right. In the heat of emotion there is no way to create any sort of peace. So…I won’t say it’ll be ok. And I won’t diminish your pain by trying to say I’ve been there, except to acknowledge that I know there are no words for the pain. But I love you, and if you ever want anything, I’m here, even if I’m not the best at talking or helping or any of it <33
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*sighs*
Guys...
I think I'm dying.
Here's a poem.
SpoilerIn My Arms
IHold you close,Hold you tight,Cradle youAgainst my shoulder.I love you.I hopeYou know that.I try to show my loveIn this way.I think you appreciate it.I hope you love itAs much as IDo.I lay my headAgainst yours,Sync my breathingWith yours,Try to makeThe feeling last.The end of it,Unfortunately,Is inevitable.I’m waving.I’m hugging.I’m sayingGoodbye.While on the inside,It feels so muchMore finalThen a simpleGoodbye.The tears start,After a while.I don’t try and stop them.They, like my goodbye,Are inevitable.Unable to beStopped.The tears fall and I find myselfHolding on to the “bye, Ahna.”Grasping the “I love you.”CloseTo my heart.At times, I reach out myHand,Wishing your palm was againstMine.Wishing youWere in my armsRight then.I’mCounting down theDays until,I might justGet to hold youAgain.“I miss you.”The words so oftenFall from my lips,Echoing the plea inMy heart.I try to stop the words,Sometimes.I don’t want to beMore clingy thanI already am.Other times,I can’t keep them in.I hear them back.“I miss you too.”My heart doesn’t wantTo accept your words.I don’t think I deserveTo be missed.I am, after all,Only me.It’s just me,Here like I usuallyAm,Waiting like normal.Wondering…Wishing…Hoping…Is this wrong?Am I doing somethingWrong?Is somethingWrongWith me?Sometimes, the confusionSets in.The fear,The hopelessness.I realize just howHelplessAgainst the worldI really am.I wish I couldKeep you close.Always.I wish I could fix thingsFor everyone.For you.I want to fix itFor you.My friend.I just wish I couldKeep things the wayThat feelsRight.That feels safe.My dear friend…I love you.I can’t waitTo hold youAgain.~ Stick 4-21-24Another SU coming soon.
You have to read this one to understand the next one though.
~ Stick