But I feel at home in the dark because it filters out all the conflicting emotions. In the dark, the colours are all one shade. One does not have to wallow in exhaustion because one has accepted that life is futile. It feels awful. To feel nothing. At times I question whether I am human. How can one feel so drained and empty, and desire others to live life to their fullest, but shield the world from seeing how tormented they are? I don’t know what it’s like to be loved; all my heartbreak stems from chasing love. A part of you dies every time the people you love reject you. A part of you, that you’ll never get back, ever again, dies, every time the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally choose to reject you. It kills. It bloody kills. All this around me is a fantasy. I try to appear nonchalant and use my to hell with the world attitude as my power. Yet the reality remains, like you said, the world is the predator, and I, their pathetic prey.It scares me to see you. Because you’re right. You’re the reflection of who I used to be before I let heartache ruin me. And I’m scared of what I’ll find when you succumb to the anguished misery and let heartache win.
Never before have I been confused in my life. Why target me if you were so afraid? I don’t understand it. This cannot be translated. You say you’re afraid of me because I spoke your truth, but at the same time you’re also afraid for me? It’s almost like I was the predator or I was always the prey, even to this moment. I don’t comprehend this. You speak of the dark being your home so the emotions are filtered. You know…you aren’t as all mighty and scary like I used to fear. You speak of heartache – it’s like fighting a war you never start and never get the chance to finish. It seems as if you fear me for the same reason I fear you. Maybe we were wrong to fear each other, because like you I also never had a single romance. We both picked up the remains and we hid in fear but we were always found. I, myself walked on a similar path as you did. I used to believe the world was mine and I was once a force to be reckoned with. I felt unstoppable but then I realized I’m hiding each heartbreak, every tear, every traumatic memory, and every battle scar that remains to show me, not others, what I’m running from. I was everything like you , because if I’m your reflection then you’re also my reflection. So if I succumb to heartache once more and we are vulnerable and desperate to find a place to hide. Let’s hide together. Let’s run away into the darkness together. It’s just like writing on the wall. I fear you and see you as my natural predator and a bitter enemy, but yet also, a friend for some reason. You see me as the reflection of your truth that you wish were lies. Maybe I possess the knowledge of your truth and you always made me vulnerable because we make each other a little less weak. We know the risks and dangers in the darkness, but maybe it’s time to take the plunge together. So what do you say all mighty predator?
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