Defensiveness is just vulnerability in different clothing.
And not much will be left of us
After this has occurred.
Just an empty shell,
And another body to be burned
We use people that we think can help get us ahead. We become self-obsessed monsters and we don’t care who we hurt in the way as long as we’re satisfied.
There are days I wish I wasn’t made of so many painful things. Of secrets and heartache and tiredness and stories that make the people who have dared to stay and love me’s bones quake.
You are thankful for music, for long nights, early mornings and days filled with possibility. You marvel and cherish every genuine, authentic connection you make with the souls of others, and know that their presence in your life is proof that miracles exist.
Now it’s hard for me to be hopeful because people make me cynical. I still don’t understand how someone can go from texting you every day to not texting you at all and not explain why. I still don’t understand how someone can decide to drop you without giving you a valid reason.
Those who love you tell you that they’ll be by your side no matter what, that you will never have to face anything alone, that they’ll take a bullet for you but then you find yourself standing alone, at gunpoint, wondering where everyone went.
We don’t always notice the ones who need saving. Sometimes they’re the strong ones. The strongest person you may know. They wear the big smiles and carry the even bigger hearts.
When the cards don’t always work in your favor, when you find yourself at the losing end of a deal, when shit hits the fan, then that’s when the real you comes out.
They do not simply wait for their turn to talk, but actually listen to others. They know they can learn something from everyone, and everything fascinates them.