I am thankful that bad people do not stick around. Life gets rid of them. They grow bored of me and of my lifestyle. They leave to find a different source of happiness and light, because it is not for sale. If it is given, it is valued. My friendship is not something that can be conned out of me, bullied, or stolen.
Yesterday I was talking to my mother about one of these people. This person caused me some worry, and a few sleepless nights. My mother told me it was impossible for her to hate them. Before I could ask why, she raised her hand and told me to hear her out. "I saw how much they loved you, and to see someone love my daughter so much and to have the love be unrequited makes me sad. It's one of the greatest tragedies in life: unrequited love."
I got to thinking... am I a heartless bitch? I cannot help the way I feel. I cannot force myself to feel love for someone if friendship is all I want to give them. I can't shake this feeling that karma will come back to bite me on the ass.
But maybe she already has. It's only fair that the same thing happens to me. I'm not worried about that. I'm strong. I can survive heartbreak and pain caused by unrequited love. I just wish I could give this other person some of my strength, ease some of his pain. But silence speaks louder than words. And sometimes love is like a drug. My reaching out could cause them to fall off the wagon again; do more harm than good. Keep your mouth shut, girl.
Yesterday I was talking to my mother about one of these people. This person caused me some worry, and a few sleepless nights. My mother told me it was impossible for her to hate them. Before I could ask why, she raised her hand and told me to hear her out. "I saw how much they loved you, and to see someone love my daughter so much and to have the love be unrequited makes me sad. It's one of the greatest tragedies in life: unrequited love."
I got to thinking... am I a heartless bitch? I cannot help the way I feel. I cannot force myself to feel love for someone if friendship is all I want to give them. I can't shake this feeling that karma will come back to bite me on the ass.
But maybe she already has. It's only fair that the same thing happens to me. I'm not worried about that. I'm strong. I can survive heartbreak and pain caused by unrequited love. I just wish I could give this other person some of my strength, ease some of his pain. But silence speaks louder than words. And sometimes love is like a drug. My reaching out could cause them to fall off the wagon again; do more harm than good. Keep your mouth shut, girl.
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