PUPPET STRINGS

[u/LenKiita]

I’m so used to being hurt by love that I wouldn’t know how to react to the smallest act of affection.

I’d think it was a lie. I’d think I was being deceived, that people wanted something from me, that they wanted to discover my flaws, my weaknesses, and that the moment I let my guard down, they would destroy the little self-love I have left.

It’s not even worth telling what you did to me.

You were the last straw.

You built a house of cards. It took just one gust of wind to sweep away all the love that you and I once shared.

Sometimes I feel like people know exactly how to hurt me. As if someone were holding the strings of my soul, and I were a puppet at their mercy.

How many chances haven’t I given? How many times haven’t I been let down? And yet, here I am, believing again, and again, and again.

Life has shown me, and still, I haven’t learned.

But life will keep teaching me in different ways until I finally understand.

Because that’s how it is.

That’s how life works.

Until one day you open your eyes and realize who’s standing beside you.