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i hate how being hurt turned me into an avoidant. like i do want you but i’d rather love you from afar and let you be happy.
Sigh… literally how I feel. Being this way is so foreign to Me. I used to fall aimlessly and willingly into the arms of Love. I used to jump at the CHANCE of Love. Now, My Heart feels uncertain to glance Love’s way again. My body gets tight at the thought. And My nervous system goes: “are we really about to do this again? Don’t you remember last time?”.
When disappointment, hurt, and betrayal becomes a frequent thing, the Mind recognizes it as a pattern. And the Heart…. The Heart begins to harden. It happens to the best of us.
“Those conversations you skip sleep for.”
— Unknown
hate on me all you want. animals run to me, kids smile at me, strangers tell me their stories, people feel safe around me and if life has taught me anything, it's that energy doesn't lie.
I’ve been trying to have this clean, “aesthetic”. When reality is: it gets messy & chaotic before the rhythm & the flow settles down and finds itself.
Overthinking My words & My writing leads to My not posting at all (way to stifle the creativity).
I need to treat this blog like a finsta. The audience is Me, Myself, and I.
no love i have given is a waste of energy, it only comes back to me ten fold.
Melanina 🤎
Oil painting by Vincent Giarrano
