“I am here for you.” I can’t even began to count how many times I have heard that. It seems to me, it’s something that just gets thrown around. Kinda like when people say, “I love you” and don’t really mean it. It’s said just to shut the other person up. I don’t believe it anymore. 99% of the time it’s a lie.
No one wants to actually be apart of the dark and messy moments in life. No one wants to watch a breakdown happen or stay up for hours watching someone fall apart. People only want to be there when the good stuff happens.
Nowadays, everyone only wants to text. No one wants to actually sit down face to face. We can thank technologically for that. I’m old school, though. I’d rather talk on the phone and hear your voice, than to text. I’d rather see you in person and read your emotions. I feel as though, that has died.
Currently, I am listening to thunder and the rain fall. Strikes of lighting flash over and over again. It’s dark and cloudy. It kinda reminds me of my life.
People lie. People give up. People break promises. People stop caring. People always leave.
So I dare you…
I dare you to sit with me. I dare you to cry with me. I dare you to mean what you say. I dare you to watch me break as my eyes turn red and it becomes hard to breathe. I dare you to listen, to see, and to try to understand the pain. I dare you to hold me, even when I tell you to let go; until I melt into your arms.
I dare you.
Because I need you to prove me wrong. Be that 1% that stays.
“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”