During quiet murmurings and plans for the next few days I cleared my throat
I could hardly force the words out
But I did
I asked
It is probably my fault
I didn't make it clear how important it was to me that you both came
I'm fighting the urge to not even bother asking because I'm sure I'll be disappointed
So I twist myself into feeling detached and unaffected as if your answer doesn't matter
I tell you it was just a thought I had
But it was important
I wanted to be picked
I wanted to be chosen
I wanted them to want to choose me
I didn't want to have to manipulate and plan the choice. I wanted them to choose me because they wanted to choose me, because I was chosen.
I don't want to be so upset about this
I want to be detached and indifferent
But I also want to make sure that I'm allowing myself to feel these things, regardless of if they matter to anyone else
I want to get to the point that my emotions are not dependent on others validations of them
But can I tell you I still want that validation
I don't understand why it's wrong to want it
I just do, and I don't know what to do about it
A good friend said there's nothing to do about it.
She said that's my specialty, doing
When that's stripped away from me I am afraid I am stripped of everything. All my value.
Which is a lie
One that I'm struggling to stop believing
I'm holding on to hope that one day this could be made right
Cause I've been ship wrecked and left for dead and I've seen the darkest sights
Everyone I've loved seems like a stranger in the night
But oh my heart still burns
Tells me to return
Search the fading light
- Ulysses, Josh Garrels
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