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15 years ago
This gallery is now closed. I will be deleting everything within the next week. Sorry.
You come back into my life after ten years of radio-silence, and then profess this need to 'rescue me' from the situation I have chosen to be in. You seem to think I'm the same teenage girl, trying to run from her problems. I'm not. I haven't ran in a long time. I'm facing the consequences of my actions, and trying to piece it together.
But you, you say you'd be content with friendship, but all it feels like is that you've become a vulture. Waiting for my relationship to fail, and sweep me up in your talons to become a meal; coddle the broken doll.
And I hate it. I hate the fact you think that you can come back and I'll just welcome you. I hate the fact that you think of me as a pity-case. And I rebel. I gnash my teeth and hold my ground. I won't be anyone's pet-project. I refuse to be coddled by someone that stripped themselves purposefully from my life, and made no effort towards me..
..Until now. Until you thought you had this chance to take me.
I GAVE you your chance. Years. You were the one that made the ultimate choice. I didn't begrudge you that. I was up and prepared to be a nomad, you had your heart set on art school. I would have only broken that for you.
I don't know where this relationship is right now, if it even is one. But I will never be yours again. Ever. Not because I'm spiteful (Which I am, most assuredly), but because I am not what you really want. You have always been a charity-driver. I am not a charity-case.
I'm a Pit Bull. I lock my teeth into something, and I don't let go until it's dead--or I have my jaw broken. I'm close on both, but I have to see it through.
But you, you say you'd be content with friendship, but all it feels like is that you've become a vulture. Waiting for my relationship to fail, and sweep me up in your talons to become a meal; coddle the broken doll.
And I hate it. I hate the fact you think that you can come back and I'll just welcome you. I hate the fact that you think of me as a pity-case. And I rebel. I gnash my teeth and hold my ground. I won't be anyone's pet-project. I refuse to be coddled by someone that stripped themselves purposefully from my life, and made no effort towards me..
..Until now. Until you thought you had this chance to take me.
I GAVE you your chance. Years. You were the one that made the ultimate choice. I didn't begrudge you that. I was up and prepared to be a nomad, you had your heart set on art school. I would have only broken that for you.
I don't know where this relationship is right now, if it even is one. But I will never be yours again. Ever. Not because I'm spiteful (Which I am, most assuredly), but because I am not what you really want. You have always been a charity-driver. I am not a charity-case.
I'm a Pit Bull. I lock my teeth into something, and I don't let go until it's dead--or I have my jaw broken. I'm close on both, but I have to see it through.
Too easy it is to allow those that poison us into our lives - under guise of change, behind kind faces, with false good intentions in hand and lies on lips they will suck til we've nothing left to give.