July 24, 2013
In a plaintive little boy voice, he pleads with me, "Don't destroy me."
There is a tug inside where I feel his influence most- but not only there.
But you don't belong here. You shouldn't be here.
"I'm just a part of you. I'm the part that holds your pain."
That's a lie. My pain doesn't need holding. It needs letting go, and has for a long time. You've had tentacles so intertwined with my little self, that you might have come close to convincing me that your interests are the same. But as I grow, he becomes me.
I made you, then i got to know you all too well- in a sense. The process is not complete until we say goodbye. I have no use for a pain body. For me to actively know you is to fuel this grotesque, unfortunate and time-stealing charade.
In a plaintive little boy voice, he pleads with me, "Don't destroy me."
There is a tug inside where I feel his influence most- but not only there.
But you don't belong here. You shouldn't be here.
"I'm just a part of you. I'm the part that holds your pain."
That's a lie. My pain doesn't need holding. It needs letting go, and has for a long time. You've had tentacles so intertwined with my little self, that you might have come close to convincing me that your interests are the same. But as I grow, he becomes me.I made you, then i got to know you all too well- in a sense. The process is not complete until we say goodbye. I have no use for a pain body. For me to actively know you is to fuel this grotesque, unfortunate and time-stealing charade.
No comments:
Post a Comment