Night
I can't fall asleep ...because I don't wanna go home.
Tonight I finally met the little girl living inside me. I saw her there...crying and looking at me...I knew deep inside her she was so afraid, and I could read the fear and the feelings of helplessness from her eyes...my heart was ripped out again because I couldn't do anything to help her there...I told her that she was brave and did a good job, and dad wasn't her responsibility and she wouldn't have to hurt herself from that. But she didn't understand, so she kept on crying. If I could, I would give her a bunch of wild flowers, took her to the lake where the reflection of beautiful sunset glittering...she would be happy simply because of that. It was easy, but I never did so. Instead, I stood there like an adult, and I forced her to face things without tears just as what an adult should do. ...And as always...She listened and moved on...but I wasn't there with her.I was her.
Love hurts.
Love always hurts.
Tonight I finally met the little girl living inside me. I saw her there...crying and looking at me...I knew deep inside her she was so afraid, and I could read the fear and the feelings of helplessness from her eyes...my heart was ripped out again because I couldn't do anything to help her there...I told her that she was brave and did a good job, and dad wasn't her responsibility and she wouldn't have to hurt herself from that. But she didn't understand, so she kept on crying. If I could, I would give her a bunch of wild flowers, took her to the lake where the reflection of beautiful sunset glittering...she would be happy simply because of that. It was easy, but I never did so. Instead, I stood there like an adult, and I forced her to face things without tears just as what an adult should do. ...And as always...She listened and moved on...but I wasn't there with her.I was her.
Love hurts.
Love always hurts.
posted by BlueLotus at 1:38 AM
3 Comments:
That's the deepest trauma buried into your mind. You already had too many struggles and confrontations about it. Differentiate between love and hurt. I believe that you will be more and more able to give your love to whom you love.
Thank you, I'll be willing to learn that always.
And I wanna face it because hidding doesn't help all.
dear babe,
just let her know, "it's alright. it's ok to cry and to be vulnerable. I'm always here with her."
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