About Me

Monday, March 28, 2011

Here's to lookin at you, kid.

Heart shaped glasses will lead you to see what you wish to see.

The last person to believe he loved me had created a character of me for himself. This character, my character, was composed (quite artistically) out of his favorite qualities of mine. Most of these qualities were also of himself because that was what he valued most.

People are loved, and objects are not. I am not an object of affection. I am not a character, and I, sure as hell, do not belong on a pedestal.I am only myself, and that is all I can offer. Any person who chooses to pick from my qualities is either delusional or foolish.

That same person handled love, sex, and rejection like a spoiled child. He tagged me with a necklace that eventually started to feel like a choke-leash. He tore away any jewelry that attempted to replace it, as if I were property. As if he were in any position to destroy and remove things on or in me that he found unsuitable.

I am not a child that needs to be guided, or a doll to be dressed to anyone's liking but my own. And when this showed, he became child-like and arrogant in his fits and corrections, failing to recognize that I was not his to correct.

Now, I can't sit here and play an angel. I wasn't perfect in this, and in some instances, I egged it on.

I was looking for that kind of push, at the time. I was bored with people and I found someone who could challenge me. However, I was unable to separate a challenge from a hissy fit.

Somewhere along the line, I went from fascinated to bored. I became comfortable, lazy in my attempts of friendship and exploration, and I lost my boundaries. The once exciting agitations and challenges became annoyances and "bumps in the road", and the things that I admired the very most about him became the things that I couldn't stand.

I have never harbored secrets of my character. I realized, neither did he. We were just wearing heart shaped glasses. We saw what we wanted to see regardless of anything.

They say that love is blind. Well, I never really cared to be loved. I just want to be seen.

4 comments:

  1. Or you know, i'm just crazy. (but I really doubt it).

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  2. You simplify into simple words these things most people spend their entire lives figuring out. Though I can't completely relate, I know where you're coming from. Nice to see someone with a fresh take on life's most alluring mystery.

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  3. Thankyou, I appreciate it. I just try to get my head sorted out. Sometimes seeing it in front of me is the easiest way.

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  4. you are the most creative and intricate person ive ever known...its so amazing. reading just that first paragraph makes me want to know everything about you :3

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