"What are you looking
for, after all?" You
asked before you turned your back to me and left; that was the last thing I
heard of you.
What am I looking for, you ask? If I had the
nerve to answer you, I’d call you back and say I’m looking for what’s good for
me. And if I told you this face to face you’d put that look in your face, you
know, that look like I’m being crazy for saying something nonsense. Then you’d
probably be silence for a while, lost in your mind and then, you’d sigh and
say: - "I could be good for you, I know I would".
I’d answer back that you were probably right;
you could turn to be something good for me. But just because I know something
is good for me, it still doesn’t mean
my heart will think the same. There
you’d laugh and say that the heart doesn’t think; and you’d probably say that
with a tone of cynicism in your voice like I was lunatic for saying something
like that. But deep inside you’d know I’m right for believing in that. Because
you know me. You know how my heart
was a ‘mind’ of his own and, honestly, doesn’t care if anything is right or
wrong if it’s what it wants. Or at least you should know; haven’t you said you fell in love with me because of
my words? Then you should know it was my heart that wrote all those words, all
those confessions, because my own mind it’s too shy, too coward to express
them.
Then you’d say that you’re tired of trying to
fix me, of trying to make me understand that I need to let go and move on. Who
are you to say if I need or not to let go? I could say you were implying that I'm still
suffering because of that same old crap because I choose to do so. Who's the crazy one here now?
That would be the point when I’d lose it. I’d
look you straight in the eye and I’d say: - "I’m not suffering, not anymore; I’m
long past that. And if you think I’d ever choose to feel that way then you don’t
know me at all; I’d never chose pain
over happiness. And if you’re tired then go, no one asked you to stay; I always
thought you were here because you wanted to be, no charge implied. Maybe you’re
not that good to me; because what’s good for me is someone that will do the
fixing without realizing I need it or that they’re doing it in the first place".
I need someone that will stay, even if it’s hard, even if they’ve to struggle
to remain sane in this crazy world like I do; every day.
~Andie Maars
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