{In and Out of Love}

I wonder how it is,

That so many people spin on a whim for love; but never truly find it or feel it. 

It’s as if the world is in love with being in love; hungry and desperate for it; but there is no real love left, to be found. If there is; it isn’t valued for what it is worth; or even wanted most times from the receiver.

The measure of love seems to be these days; just how much you can bend to fit the mold of your “other”.

There shouldn’t be a mold, or any bending going on; because that bending always bends you eventually, to the point that you will break.

Love doesn’t mean much, if you’re moving on to the next best thing in your head, after your “other” is asleep. 

Love is just a word that people use to describe a feeling; but most of the people using the term, don’t even get the concept.

There is no loyalty, or true assurance backed up by actions anymore. Nothing to rely on, except the latest fight…and what will be spun into something that it’s not…next.

There is nothing really but people falling in and out, of what they claim to be love; and then wondering why and how things didn’t work out; and then going on to love someone else, that will only bend better than the last one. 

J. Rounds ©2018 ~Peaces of ME

Safety is a 6 Letter Word

If I had one wish for myself, I think it would be to feel safe. I never have felt that way, not even when married; I am always just on the edge of calm and nervousness.

It would be nice to some day be able to drift over into the full calm mode and not constantly be looking over my shoulder or sleeping with one eye open.  I guess that’s why I fight sleep so hard and have to take this Minipress for my dreams.

It sucks to need medication to be normal, and it scares me to know I won’t be without it; and that I will have to depend on it the rest of my life. It is something I struggle with for various reasons; and I wish I wouldn’t think about it so much. I am sure I can manage to fake normalish without it; its the “for how long” part that scares me most.

It’s the only thing that makes me sleep completely. And the only time I really feel safe because I can’t feel anything at all.

Ha! It’s the truth, how messed up is that? Rhetorical.

Today was kind of a messed up day for me because I had a lot to deal with. But I managed to stay sober, and I’m confident I’m on the right path to staying that way.  Again.

“Love Without Limits, Fight Without Fear.”   It is my personal mantra that is tattooed on my arm; and I am living it literally every, single, day.

I can do it, I know I can. Maybe I wasn’t meant to feel safe. Maybe this is all one great, big, giant dream and I’ll wake up. I don’t know.

I have to believe it’s for something.

Until tomorrow, love yourself; you are worth it.

J. Rounds ©2015 ~Peaces of Me