My Favorite Way To Punish Myself For Existing

My favorite way to punish myself for existing

Is holding onto people I should've already let go.

Daddy Issues

Oops

It happened again.

The words that left your mouth

Transformed you into my father

And left me an obstinate

Shameful human mistake

Who would rather die than look you in the eyes again.

I miss you.

So, I am still sad.

But my sadness has morphed into a new kind.

Now it's a quiet, calm, baby blue

Sort of sadness.

One that is no longer violent.

One that no longer screams.

This sadness tumbles gently forward

Like waves onto a sandy shore--

Bringing with it sweet memories of you

Swaddled in sorrow.

I welcome this sadness--

These memories.

Sorrow and all---

Because they're fragments of you.

And

Despite everything,

I adore you.

I adore you,

And

I always will.

Thank you.

Thank you for reminding me how chaos feels.

Because otherwise, I may not have taken a leap with someone "boring"--someone who is consistent, reliable, and honest.

Thank you for showing me that "boring" is exactly what I need.

Hope Hurts

You came back for a moment,

But not in the way I wished you would.

You came back,

And I lost it

Because you didn't come back to stay.

Hope stabbed me in the heart again.

“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84