Sometimes, not all the time, but for me, most of the time, I end up feeling bruised. Heart-heavy. Sore. Damaged.
I'm not talking about heart ache, or getting over someone. It's more personal, and less easily tied to the other person. It's deeper, more of a disappointment in yourself than anything else, and normally you can twist that feeling into "gained wisdom", but it's still got a negative element running under it.
Anyways, the thing no one ever tells you is that that deep, deeper than the heart level ache, it never goes away. You go from relationship to relationship feeling more and more damaged and broken in little ways. Sure, you become older, more mature, more careful, but you carry the scars. Years and years and years can pass, and you can have forgiven the person, moved on, sincerely wish them the best, and yet- and yet. HOW COME NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THIS??? That at the end of something you can't just wipe the slate clean and carry on, having completely hoped to escape any negative effects? WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT IT? Why does no one say "be careful, you can't leave behind your experiences, they shape who you are, for BETTER and for WORSE". The damage done on this deepest of levels is permanent, and the best you can do is to try and carry on anyways, being more cautious that it won't happen again.
Maybe they did talk about it. Maybe I just wasn't listening. Maybe it had to be that I find this out for myself; maybe I wouldn't have believed it if anyone else said it.
I am just recently discovering this. I think most people must have figured it out in junior high, but then, I was always a late bloomer.
What is running through my head these past couple of weeks:
(Tall Trees in Georgia)
The sweetest love I ever had
I left aside
Because I did not want
To be any mans bride
But now I'm older
And married I would be
I found my sweetheart
But he would not marry me
When I was younger
The boys all came around
But now I'm older
And they've all settled down
Control your mind my girl
And give your heart to one
For if you love all men
You'll be surely left with none
Tall trees in Georgia,
They grow so high
They shade me so
And sadly walking
Through the thicket I go
I figure that it is impossible to walk away from the realization that you are unworthy to another. That shrivels your gut.
ReplyDeleteEXACTLY JERRY. And I guess on some level your gut never completely unshrivels, haha
ReplyDeleteHate the poem. So old-fashioned.
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