Oh the Broken-hearted.
Spent their time pouring affection onto people who don’t reciprocate, or recognize that their feelings are genuine; that they just want someone to pour their heart into and love.
And now they’re stuck hurting because people can’t love them the same way they expect. They expect. Don’t expect.
It’s difficult when you spend a lot of time letting people know you care, that you’re always there, that time will pass but your emotions will be the same. And now you’re slowly going insane. Because they can’t do what you’ve intended for them to do. It isn’t fair to them; is it, to you?
We break our own hearts by handing them to people who can’t do the same for us.
No wonder some of us numb ourselves.
It’s so easy to say, “don’t give up, love will come.”
It won’t. It never will. Some have to pursue it, and other times it just stays still.
So then those who are trapped with nothing end up hating. Being miserable. Projecting hate onto those who don’t understand why. And yet we all sigh, we all sigh.
So I’m tired. I’ll just be still.
And I personally accept the fact that I should just watch idly by. And not pursue. And not wait. And not expect, and not hate. I don’t know if I was made to have a mate.
If I end up alone, I guess I’ll be fine.
No one wants to end up with a crazy; no one wants to be just mine.