Thursday, April 28, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
I want to help her. I know she needs it. I can look at her face and tell. I can see her vying for his space. To be in his orbit. To be near his Sun. To feel the warmth of him over her to be reminded that she is alive. I've seen that look. I've seen that look in the mirror staring back at me with cold crazy loving Starstruck determined eyes. I've seen that look in others. I've laughed at them before I knew what that look was, where it came from, how it came to be, how you can get caught up in his orbit and Just Lose Yourself.
I want to help her I want to tell her don't. stop. breathe. no!!!
I want to make her see that he makes everyone feel like that. he makes Every Woman he encounters feel special. those hugs he gives that we can't get enough of he gives them to everybody.
everybody that he deems attractive. everyone that he feels is cute or sexy or has a fat ass, or big breasts or nice hips or sexy lips.
I want to help her. I want to tap her on her shoulder and tell her no baby don't do this. you're not special. you're not the one. you are not the reason that he's going to smile and be better and be loving and return your calls or texts or be whoever it is that we think he's going to be when we love him.
he is incapable of love. he's incapable of feeling any feelings.
I want to tell her this. I want to help her. I wish someone had helped me. Tapped me, let me know what was going on.
I wish I wish I could stop her for me
Hell for all of us who are mesmerized. I want to tap her and say you don't know me but I am you. I am Us. I am and I was and will forever be imprinted by him because he is the Sun I was caught up in his orbit and I felt the warmth of him on my skin..
I've felt alive, hot and fresh and new but it's dangerous. it's sad. it's lonely.
it's self-deprecating. its sadistic. it's more than anything you can imagine it to be.
please don't fall down that rabbit hole. Cause it is dark down there and no one knows you're down there but other women are down there and you think he's going to jump down there and save you and pick you and see you then love you and be with you and have this moment but he won't his heart is dark
maybe it's the darkness that we're drawn to.. maybe it's the fate of all women to make things right and bring light and life into situations.. and then some people just like pain. but he cannot be saved.. he likes it there... he likes the darkness.. he likes the women and the money and the spot light. he loves that the whole room stops and hearts break and it's him he knows it's him. He knows that it's him. He feels it deep inside. He knows that he is master of this universe. He knows he is the Sun.
I want to tell her this that I can't.. I can't tell her because I belong to someone else someone who won't take kindly to the fact that I know what it's like to be on the Sun and that I liked it and that I wanted it and that I had it..
and that sometimes at night or in the morning or in the afternoon my skin wants to be warm by his Sun. I know that the real Sun the one that hangs in the sky in this universe is a fake Sun... it's not the warm, flesh tingling Sun.. it's not mind-blowing Sun. it's not.
but I can't tell her this...I want to.
I need to do it.. It would make me feel better to know that I have spared another sister, another woman, another strong, loving person from feeling like this. empty unwanted and unloved... I want to help her but I can't..