Life's a Contradiction

My brain keeps telling me I did the right thing My brain keeps telling me it was never gonna work We were never gonna work My brain keeps telling me to let it go To say goodbye My brain keeps telling me it’s over But my heart, boy my heart It keeps telling me to love you It keeps questioning my actions Do I really love you? It asks me that everyday. My hearts wants you back It wants you here with me My hearts says this is where you belong But my brain keeps telling it to shut up

I know I said I won’t say it again but I can’t help it.  I love and miss you so fucking much.  Everyday I wake up and miss you.  Everyday I go to sleep I miss you.  I miss your nasty sweaty smell in the morning. I miss your dead animal morning breathe  I miss feeling you rub up on me  I miss the fact that you get horny just looking at me  I miss you I miss us  I miss sitting here watching you play the game like angry child  I miss hearing you tell me you love me.  I miss your touch.  I miss you.  I miss us.  I miss everything there is to miss.  I’m so sorry.  Laura Soriano 

Every morning I wake up and have one moment of pure bliss One very short moment of happiness A moment where everything is the way it’s supposed to be But then I remember I remember every bad thing that has happened  I remember that you’re gone  I remember the reasons we broke up I remember the stress from the night before From a few weeks Shit, from the future I remember my trauma Sometimes, I even have flashbacks I remember that where I am at today is the result of my own choices Choices I made based on the circumstance I was in The head space The pressure The potential Choices I made because I thought I knew what was best I also remember the good moments The happy-exciting-super fucking fabulous moments And I smile Then I cry Because the pain is still there. I can’t wait to wake up one morning and revel in the blissful moment I can’t wait until that short moment because a long moment Which then becomes a familiar feeling And then before I know it, The pa

The worst part about us not all being raised the same is that We’re not all raised the same. I know it sounds stupid I know you’re thinking, duh why would we want to be alike? Our differences make us unique Helps us stand out from each other But what about the differences that make or break things? Different values Upbringings Core beliefs Different expectations of life of each other? And the things they can break Oh the things they can break Friendships Trust Relationships Promises So many things But I can only think about the things they broke for me I can only think about the fact that my whole life I was taught that hard work is the key and working is never a question And that he was taught that a job will come when it comes and we’ll eventually be okay I can only think about the fact that I was raised on love and the important of family while he He was raised around people who only worried about themselves People who would turn their backs when you needed t