I was debating whether to post this ‘poem’? But it might help someone, and I did say I would do a daily post so here goes.
When my brain is full, usually when I am in bed at night, before sleeping… I really want to go to sleep of course, but I can’t, because my thoughts are moving so fast and they fly off in tangents and it all gets a bit much and it usually makes me feel a bit panicked. Call it anxiety, call it anything you like but I have absolutely no hope of falling asleep.
So I have found that a good thing for me to do is just ‘brain dump’ these thoughts either into the Notes app on my phone or write them in the notebook. I don’t really think what I am writing too much; I just get them out onto the page.
So yes, this post is basically just one of the Notes from my phone which I wrote about Love; when my brain was panicking about moving on. I am sure other people must experience this fear that they may never find love again…?
I feel some comfort in that I have experienced Love in my life. That mad, intense, aching love. So maybe I should be happy with this, and I think this ‘poem’ is me trying to make peace with that.
If you find the pain in this post disturbing I’m sorry, but hopefully it will ring true for someone and let them feel less alone in their fearful thoughts.
Please don’t worry about my mental state too after you read this, it is quite raw I know. But weirdly when I do these ‘brain dumps’ as I call them, and even when I read them back and I’m like ‘bloody hell, that’s some dark sh**, I sound like I am on the edge of a breakdown’…but often, I am not, I don’t feel as dramatic and hopeless and the post actually sounds. jJust the act of writing it all down, and not thinking about how depressing it sounds. The ‘getting it out’. I instantly feel better, and those thoughts don’t trouble me anymore.
And then I can sleep.
How do I love?
How will I ever know someone like I thought I knew you?
I just can’t be bothered to try.
I have hope it might happen again, I have to, but at the same time I’m so close to giving up. I’m ok with accepting I have been in love and been loved. I experienced it. It’s more than a lot of people get in a lifetime.
This is just that parallel Universe where I’m alone.
Maybe in the other one I’ve actually been sectioned because of being with you did that. You would have made me more crazy than I am now… This is the better outcome. It has to be.
How do I be? How do I love? Again.
Being, is just so tiring. What’s the point?
Well at least I felt something, I really did feel it and now maybe, it’s like I’ve had my time, so I just have to find a way to exist. But how?
How do I stay hopeful that I will feel that love again? And to be honest do I really want to. That sh** really hurt.
But if I never feel it again, then really…what is the point?
I’m really worried it wasn’t real for you and you are just a crazy who manipulated me and said whatever you needed to say to make me love you? Your actions never really were the evidence, it was always your words I relied on. You told me you loved me multiple times each day. But did you?
They are just words.
If that wasn’t real then what is?
You’ve been with her longer than you was with me now, anyway. So I really should be over it. Really.
Why am I still so sad?
Mainly I just feel numb. Tired.
Isn’t time supposed to heal this?
Hurry up and heal.
Why does healing the damage take more time than the damage took to do?
I don’t know what I want.
I need someone to tell me what to do.
I just know what I don’t want.
I don’t want you.
I don’t want him either.
I don’t want to go through that ache again.
But where does this all leave me? Now I’m just writing into my notes on my phone so I don’t write to you. Cos you are with her. You moved on.
I can’t seem too.
This pain for all the love I had for you that now has nowhere to go.
You still exist. You are still alive and it’s so weird I don’t know who you are now. Are you the same, or totally different? What makes your soul alive now? Do you love her?
How do you experience love without the pain.
And if you don’t feel pain when it’s over does that mean it wasn’t actually love?
I seriously don’t think I could take that pain again.
Maybe that’s why I’m here, on my own.
I don’t actually want to love again.