Falling Out Part Deux

I'm training myself how to fall out of love with you. 

You see, because when I fall, I fall hard. 

I love with my entire being, my entire heart. 

It's unexpected, but everything happens for a reason. 

It's not okay now, but it will be. 

I lost sight of myself a little loving you, but my focus is returning. 

The love I had for you is now being filtered back through me, because self-love is most important now.

Heartbroken is never a state I want to remain in long. 

I just have to stay vigilant that what's meant to be will be and the rest of the chips will fall where they may. 

Haunted

I'm jaded, pieced together jaggedly, haphazardly. 

My past haunts me like a blanket, wrapping me in the coldest of embraces. 

Some days I feel whole, as if I'm not held together by a thin wire. 

Others my mask falls and I'm left feeling like the fraud that I am. 

A broken doll hiding behind the facade. 

He holds the power to destroy me, and it's both beautiful and terrifying. 

What is to say he will want to protect my heart with the same tenacity I do?

Her.

It's hard because some days I only want to speak to you. 
I only want to hear you scold me or tell me you're disappointed in me. 

It's something I need, almost like the air I breathe. 

You were my best friend, confidant, and never afraid to speak your mind on my life and choices. 

I feel like I've been spiraling since I lost you.

Some days, it feels like I can find my way again, others I feel hopeless. 

All I can hope is that you're with me no matter what. 

Through good and bad, through thick and thin. 

Don't agree with me, but love me anyway.

These used to be my little secrets, and now they're ours. 

I won't be a disappoinment forever, I promise. 

At some point this lost stray will find her way again. 

Don't lose faith in me. 

If this isn't the end, then I'm not quitting.