Honestly…

Honestly…
Through all the years
and all the fears
that fuelled my tears
I now can cry

with all my grief
I turn over a new leaf
and try a new belief
and no longer be shy

this time I shall
act on my strength
this time I won't fall
and go to any length

to lay myself bare
and open myself up
to the world.

Inspire

Inspire

This one I wrote a while ago for a dear dear friend, trying to lift her spirits, trying to give her something to hold onto. I think it actually managed to do just that, for which I am truly happy.

 

I am the pincushion
when you need to jab
I am the beanbag
that you should hit

Only to prevent
you the pain
and the turmoil
that you just wont admit

I am not bound by blood
but you are my little sister
I am not close enough
but I want to shield you from this pain

Just remember
there are people out there
that will weather the storm
who embrace your rain

Do not forget
remember these words well
when on lonely nights
in darkness you dwell.

Your Words

Your Words
When I read
the words you weave
it is as if
you are whispering

in the stormy night
when hurricanes thrive
and lighting crashes
rumbling through the dark

but I hear you
even when you
do not utter a word
just by looking

in your heart
in your soul
and find the seeds
of courage growing.

Today I Realised…

Today I Realised…

I am at times still a mess, I am at times doing better, I am at times doubting my every breath and cursing every thought that pops into my head. That said, I am moving onward, slowly but surely I am beginning to see cracks in the dark, I am beginning to experience personal space inside of my heart and mind, where I am allowed to be me, if only for a very short period of time. In these moments I am not overly critical of who I am, or whom I should have been all along. I am me and that is not something to continuously be ashamed of. I matter, I can be valuable, even if I am not perfect or infallible. This already is in stark contrast to how I viewed myself about a year ago, or even prior to that. Where I was not allowed to even have the slightest hints of a fault to my name, or I would lash out and scold myself internally for every time and every thing I have done wrong and would continue to do wrong. It is actually painful to think back to those thoughts, those feelings, emerging out of the shadow I cast over myself. I am not there yet, I know this and that, for now, is fine. All I know is that I am growing, not quick enough (obviously), but there is progress.

I am trying to keep people that I care about in the loop, yet I cannot bring myself to share this with my parents, I really do fear they might be extremely upset by some of the things I wrote here, I still fear the potential lash back of my brother reading this, the darkness that no doubt has shaken him as well. I feel ashamed, I feel as if I betrayed him by not sharing before and this only grows stronger when I think about my parents. Have I not hurt them enough, do I really need to add to their already staggering list of woes? Granted there never is, was or will be a perfect time to divulge all of this to those you claim to hold closest to you, the time just is not now I feel. I am not ready to take it that one step further. I also do not believe I should make it too public in either case, mainly due to some people possibly not understanding or not wanting to be ‘exposed’.

My life still has many secrets, most of which I have been sworn to keep to myself, never to share. I actually have displayed loyalty to people who have used me, stabbed me in the back and discarded me like old furniture. My own pride and morals just prevent me from going back on my word. But that in a way is a victory that only I can feel, that only I can treasure, so I keep holding on to that.

There have been many occasions where I have thought about giving up, where I have been at the brink, where I saw no other way out, but even in those dark days, I survived and just being here still has made me stronger than I possibly could have imagined with a syringe in my hands, crying in the shower, cursing my very existence. I feel more emotional as of late, where I tend to just break down, not because I cannot take it, but because I allow myself to cry, I cry not just because of my pain, but also for the injustice in the world. I know I cannot solve everything by just piling all those problems and pain onto my heap and struggle onwards, as if I were the only one to shoulder it and that that would be the way things should be. This pressure is the kind that took me to look for destructive outlets, other ways out, doubting myself if things went remotely well, as if I did not deserve it.

I still can bring smiles to peoples faces, I can still make them feel as if they matter, that I think they are worth something and that that something is pretty special. I want people to cherish who they are, I want to give them a perspective they have not found for themselves, but mainly I want them to see who I see when I read, when I look, when I hear… that person is amazing and most certainly deserves all the adoration they can get. Now if I were to try and say that in the mirror… well quite frankly, the idea alone frightens me, then those words lose all power to me, then it is but letters aligned in a manner that looks appealing, but does not get through the layers of cynical self reflection. I am not done deconstructing that part of myself, at least not in a way that is healthy or constructive at this time. My journey is far from over, I have a ways to go, but I do honestly feel that I am on a track that will lead me to where I would want to be in the future.

Recollection

Recollection
I know you read
my feelings shared
as I pour my soul
onto virtual paper

the memory awakes
of a time long past
while my heart
still yearns

for that inner peace
that divine sparkle
of everlasting hope
I find myself smiling

as the songs
that remind me
I still know by heart
and happily 

sing along
and I hope
that makes you 
smile too.

In progress

In progress
I often feel unfinished
like a painter forgot 
his last few strokes

like a writer never 
divulging his last paragraph
as if there is yet more to come

the promise of that small
but very tangible feeling
like it is dancing 
on the tip of my tongue

yet I will never say the words
never do the deeds
never be the hero
of my own story

I am not finished
I am not done
I have a ways to go
even if I have to walk alone.

Ghost of Girlfriends past

Ghost of Girlfriends past

This Easter weekend I have time, to myself, to write, to reflect, to fix some smaller issues and to reconnect with people. I can just try and figure out what I want with myself this year, who I want to become, whom I can let speak louder, my sensitive side, or my masks. I am at a turning point, I can decide where to go next and it is scaring me. Because doing what I have done so long will only yield the same old results I have come to hate so much, but this new… It’s just so different from what I am accustomed to… and is this what I want in the end? Is it better or worse than I have had before. Does it it lead to the future I want so desperately or is it yet another dead end in my search for happiness? I am not certain about many things, just the fact I am trying hard to fix some of my mistakes means I will have to venture into new paths, discover anew what life is to me, what it has yet to offer and whether or not what I want it to… or can I be just satisfied with what it does bring me, regardless of my preconceptions thereof?

I am taking maybe too much a passive stance at this time and am not engaging enough with who I want to end up like, who I can be when I just simply believe in who I am to me, to others and the effect I have on those around me. Maybe at one point I can stop lieing to myself, to everyone and just bear my soul open, knowing that what I have to share is valuable enough to not fall to scrutiny from the outside. I am a worthwhile person, I know this in my heart, I can even say I am kindhearted and forgiving, but my mind still manages to conjure up thoughts and devices in which to make me doubt these truths.

I have a few days ago included my brother into this realm of my insanity, my struggle, my pain and frustration, but also my hope, my potential salvation. I am still scared what it may bring, but most of all I hope beyond the biggest of hopes that it will finally bring us closer as I have felt him slipping away for years now. He now is reading, from post to post, from fear to strength, from pain to death-wish and attempted suicide. Maybe now he sees the intricate lies that I have woven in my daily routine, that I have held up to everyone, in order to make believe I have been doing fine, when I have balanced along a very slippery slope, where I failed to grasp what I so dearly wanted, where I failed to give my all to those who really deserved it.

When M (one of the exes, which really does not do her any justice as she is probably after my last one the most influential and the closest to perfection of anyone I have ever encountered save for my last love) said she missed her period for about three weeks… I was not scared, I was elated, I was happy beyond all measure, I wanted nothing more than it to be true, than it to make everything fall into place, that I would accomplish my dream. This dream I have not let go of and someone dear to me noted to me that this is no longer a dream, but an obsession, I guess that is true, but I think it to be a reasonably healthy one. I still miss M, I miss her smile, her voice, her soft tough, the way she would caress my ear, kiss me in the neck and just fill me with ecstacy. I have only felt more complete once since. Do I still love her? Yeah… I do, when I love someone… it is for life. And I try to be honest to anyone who wants to be loved by me prior to loving them. Know that you will not be any of my exes, but rather you will be one completely unique, someone not compared with any before, nor with anyone after. You have a place in my heart, and I will love you till the day I die. It must be said that it is very hard to surpass the three women who carved their place into my heart, who conquered me without trying, who have made their mark and I will miss them, every day of my life I have to be without them. this is the absolute truth, the one I can never escape, nor would I want to.

Maybe it is good to list whom have been influential, and why… My life has been filled with some very influential women over the years. I think it is kinda important to start listing them…

J: My very first love, I can still feel the excitement of kissing her in the back of the white Toyota, while we went all to bowling with the entire class. I still have a weak spot for her, but she is happy as she is and I am more than happy for her, I have shared some of my secrets with her, though I really doubt she remembers. She will always be my first love and the measure to which everyone is compared to. I still feel the smile urging to break through thinking back, I was happy… even when I had nothing to be sad about. You are very special to me still. I just wish I had the courage to talk to you again.

M: When I was in high school, I just fell head over feet for you, you would not want anything to do with me and you agreed to be my girl, without ever committing to it, you broke my heart after just three weeks, I still see your face the way I saw it then, I feel giddy when I remember you smile. I should do that more. But this was a relationship just to get me off your case, sorry if I wasted your time.

A: I love you more than I have ever shown you, I was distant, I was scared, not of your brothers, like you asked me several times, I was not scared of your horse, I was not fussed with you smoking, I wanted to be your everything, but I simply could not… I was unable to kiss you, I was emotionally distant, you came too soon, or did not push boundaries enough, I do not know. All I do know is that at our last day of school party I was very desperate to give you all the feelings I had for you, but I was afraid to offend you after all this time. I wanted to kiss you more than anything, but I let it go at you blowing smoke in my face, indicating you were still mad at me for leading you on and not doing anything. I am sorry.

W: Oh where to start… You were my love at first sight, you were my everything, you were my guide, you were my angel, you still had me at looking into your eyes. I was unable to eat, unable to sleep, unable to be anyone unless you were near, you were my thoughts 24/7 you were my muse, my everything, the first to learn of my secrets, the first to crack the mask and question everything. In the end you did not only question my mask, but also my truths, you were confused, angry, and ultimately you pushed me nearly beyond the brink. You pushed me to actively ending me, you made my whole world crashing down, but instead of blaming you, I blame me, because I facilitated it all. I still love you, I still know everything about you, the way you made me tremble, the way you made me enjoy the female form, the way you made me love kissing all over again, you are the one I want to be happy more than anyone, because you deserve it. I am sorry I tested you so.

S: You are special, in most ways mainly due to the fact you were so very different from anyone I have met prior or since. You had issues, you had several instances where I wanted nothing more than just be that person to you, but I just never could live up to the thing you had in mind. I proposed, I know this was what I wanted more than anything, I was ready and you were the person I asked, no one prior was close to this and you were the first I had intercourse with since the event before. I thought this was it… then you were going out without me, taking another guy home… and were unable to lie to me even when I begged you for it, I ended it there and then, but feelings made me come back to you a few times, for which I am still sorry.

This interval is a fairly large interlude of various women I dated, even if for only a night, or even only a few hours. I am not proud of this fact, but this was my response to being alone, being miserable, being self-destructive and nearly to the point I could say I hated women.

Then I moved away and met M: I loved her from the first time I saw her picture, but she was taken, she was not the person I should ever get with, because she was with someone else… I really tested my own boundaries with this one, as I truly loved her more and more with each moment we shared. Things went wrong with her and her boyfriend, I had nothing to do with this as far as I know, but I was smitten with her, I sought her out, on every emotional level, I wanted to be with her every second of the day, I wanted nothing more than being with her. She broke up with him just after the new year, and his house caught on fire, I was there, guarding the stuff, being stoic, being no one in the grand scale of things, I had no agenda, just being there, keeping stuff safe, but was deemed a hero by his flatmates, something I am still ashamed of. I literally did nothing… Not soon after me and M grew very very close and we shared a kiss, we shared everything, we moved in together, due to issues with our landlord and… well I was in heaven. She is the one I love with all my heart, with everything I have, I am still in love with the image she instils in me. The moment she told me she thought she was in love with someone else… my world caved… I made the wrong decisions at the wrong times and said things I can never take back, I hurt her in ways that still baffle me to this day. M… I love you, please forgive me… if you can.

S: in an effort to fix my gaping hole in the heart I sought a rebound which I found in S. I am sorry, that is what you were, this is not your fault as I loved you truly, but I really went way way too fast, projecting my love for M onto you. We were engaged way too fast which I still do not regret, however, but I think things went to fast, for the both of us. You got pregnant, giving me no choice in the abortion and leaving me out to dry, I hated that choice since the first time I heard it, but I never held it against you. I grew to love you more and more, but you stole my soul, you broke me by grinding my passion dull, you made my sparkle die out. I do, however, not blame you because I let you. When we got back to the UK, we started to really drift apart and I got frustrated that you laughed at and with others like you used to laugh with me. I felt neglected, I felt abandoned and then you kicked me back to Holland. I ended it not short after that, the second engagement I ended… Yay me. I still have a weak spot for you, I still love you, but you are happy now… and that is more than I managed over the last 2 years of us being together.

And then the one I call perfect, the one that is my everything, my latest love, my torment, my bliss. I know you read this, I know you look at this with scrutiny, I love you, more than life itself, more than anything I have ever loved and I still do. I cannot be a friend to you as my feelings will not die down. You are my muse, my inspiration, the one whom no one ever will come close to, or so I feel at this present time. You are my ideal, you are perfect in every way, shape and form. I love you, I said I would never utter those words again, but frankly… I just do… there is nothing I want more than to hold you in my arms, to feel that heaven on earth you promised in your eyes, in your smiles. The trips we took, the debates and fights we had, the times we did not understand each other. The times we clashed, the times I shut down… not wanting to make a mistake, when you hurt me and I tried to hurt you back and succeeded. I am sorry for all the pain I caused, all the heartache and discord. All I ever wanted was for us to be happy, I prepared to propose several times, but was stopped by our clashes, I wish I was not, I wanted more and more and I feel like I still do, even though my mind is very clear on the matter, you and I are not meant to be, but the heart just does not relent. My heart yearns for you and you alone, only your embrace can soothe it, only your kisses can remove the pain, only your love can save me, or so my heart tells me. I am very sorry, but this is the truth. I wish we were more compatible, but we are too different in our approach to relations, to life, to everything. Or maybe I am just still too much broken to be whom you need me to be. If you ever change your mind… I have a ring here, with your name on it.

And now there is me, not knowing what to do with myself, not knowing what path to take how to engage anyone or anything, just comparing everything to the perfection in my mind. I am stuck… and fearful of making a wrong choice, like I have done so often in the past. I am this broken and worn out doll. Life has taken it’s toll on me and left me with scars, but to me it is proof: “I once was alive”

May I live again.