#quotes about her
I died in your room.
That fateful night I died lying on those grey sheets with the lavender walls enclosing me in.
I died to the rhythm of your heartbeat and to the sound of your whispers. I died to your warm skin pressed up against mine.
Some would say that I died peacefully, but in reality I became the walking dead. That room, your touch, your kisses and embrace picked away at my soul. The safety I felt with you? Well that snatched the life out of me.
We are no longer in contact and maybe it’s for the best. What I do know is that my soul in trapped inside of your room, waiting to be let free.
- She is Resilient
I caved and let you in. You took a short look around and promptly left without closing the door behind you. No explanation, no promises to come back. You were gone in an instant.
So here I am standing by the doorway - completely frozen because I never do this. I don’t let people in, but I made an exception for you.
This very exception has cost me my sense of safety within the confines of my guarded heart.
All I could think is that this is why I don’t let people in - they just leave
She is Resilient
I loved you so much that I turned my love into words. I took the raw pain you gave me and created art for the world to feel your essence, the way I did.
You were my awakening. Your presence would resuscitate me on my darkest days.
But sometimes things don’t go the way we want them too. I am reluctantly letting go, but you were my greatest muse.
You brought me joy. You brought me peace and chaos at the same time. Experiencing you, allowed me to create masterpieces from the emotions I felt around you.
They say what is meant to be will be. Who knows, maybe I’ll get one more masterpiece out of you.
She is Resilient
We know about addiction to drugs and alcohol. We even know about sex and gambling addictions. What we never talk about is addictions to people. That feeling of needing someone’s presence. Craving to feel that person’s touch. Often times we confuse it with love or infatuation, but in reality it’s an addiction. We go back to the same people who treat us like shit because we feel our dopamine surge around them. We just can’t get enough of them.
She is Resilient
Sadly a lot of people only see abuse as black and white. You may not have physical scars, but the emotional ones run deep to the point that they alter your DNA. A lot of people think that you could just get up and leave when in reality the actual thought of leaving physically hurts.
You can’t imagine life without them and you rationalize your pain as the ups and downs of life. Your abuser takes advantage of what is essentially your addiction to their attention. They dope you up with positivity only to take it away when you don’t meet their expectations - mentally breaking you. You find yourself craving and praying for their approval.
You’re never the same after that. There’s pre-them and after-them.
Once they leave you because they’re bored, have no use for you or worse found someone else to abuse, you become almost destitute and just broken. You struggle to move on and no matter how much therapy you get, you never truly go back to who you were before them. You find yourself becoming addicted to anyone who shows you kindness or replicates anything remotely close to your abuser on their best days. It’s a struggle that many people do not understand and often times blame you for putting up with it.
She is Resilient
