24/06/2022
I met someone who's scars matched with my own. Our pain was identical mark for mark. Tear for tear, I didn't need to explain for her to understand, her story was my story. We passed the cup of bitterness, sip for sip. Toxic to to each other we both knew it. But we clung to each other, like for dear life. Thinking the world will never make sense losing you. We talked of our scars until they opened again. We hurt each other with no one to blame by ourselves, we plotted su***de together. Tempted to sleep together, thinking s*x was the antidote we desperately longed for. Or just another pill to sedate the pain. Buying time, it was all just buying time. Minutes into days as much we could purchase with the little hope we had. She belonged to someone else, oops did I forgot to mention that, Jealous arouse her boyfriend. He threatened war and I was ready. Then she disappeared.
To be continued.
Dear readers never fall in the trap of loving someone because you have the same scars. Healing is when you choose not to associate with your past pain or any remembrance of it. Seeking better and healthy environments to recover and unlearn anything that has to go. It goes without saying it's only God who heals you.
