We now return you to your regularly scheduled author and poet
Author: Pelgris
Why ghost?
If I allow myself to, I will wallow in pain and hope until my world turns corrupt and only pain can bring me back around. 2 times in one year. Ghosted.
I am guessing that I seem like I would be an asshole or cause problems if I were just told the truth. Not the case. Honor demands that I treat honesty with respect. Even if I hate it. Sounds like bullshit, right? I’ve built up a lifetime of being in control. When I am with someone, I give up some of that control to let them in. Into my heart.
I write poetry about them. In these instances, I say goodnight and good morning. I say what’s in my heart. Always. And I warn, I always want a step further than people are generally willing to give. Tell me so I know where the line is.
Instead of telling me, they just leave. Disappear. Stop responding. That I don’t understand. Just let me know. Tell me. Telling me your boundaries, your hard limits are not going to phase me. Communication, please. Tell me something is a hard limit and I will back off. How can leaving be better? I left one time. One time I ghosted out. It is one of my biggest regrets. I had to get in touch with her, and did.
Ghosting out damaged me. Damaged my view of my self. I will never do it again. How can people ghost over and over? Do others have so little value to them? Or do they value their own worth so little?
I’m just rambling, trying to pick up the pieces. Trying to understand.
Can’t sleep
6 days ago we were fine. 3 days later nuclear wasteland. Don’t know why. Driving me crazy. I can’t go from 60 to 0 that fast. My heart hurts and I want to cry but I’m all out. I’m drowning.
You know what…
Fuck it, I’m writing Torn Asunder week 4. Nobodies listening to it, I think it gets 4 hits and one of those was the person that just ghosted me but hey, I like the story. It’s embedded audio, sorry you have to go to the site and I recommend you listen to split sky 1.1 -Split sky 18 or you will likely be lost but still; I like it. I’ll write Pel and Sara next week, that is entirely too close to home for me to do it this week.
Second Favorite song
What can I say, I like the Cruxshadows
This is my favorite song
Broken on the wheel
My limbs burn as if on fire, tears flowing, trying to quench the flames, shredded, broken, and still want to hold you in my arms, a word, anything is better than the jagged silence, silence that begs for dissolution, the pain is all consuming, I had forgotten what this felt like, I had hoped to never feel this again
Goddess of My heart
I know there is something going on. I know there are things you’ve held back. Personal, possibly important things. I know it’s easier to just walk away. I know. I implore you. Take the harder road. Tell me the personal things, tell me the fears. Tell me what makes you feel like walking is the best choice. I can’t fix what I don’t know about. I can’t reassure you if I don’t know what is wrong. Talk to me. I’m here. My heart and mind are here for you. I’ve been through things, seen and experienced things. Let me be here for you. Let me help or just be here for you. Please, talk to me.
Maybe it was a error or mistake or something else. But please talk to me. My email is pelgris@gmail.com. Please contact me
Beautiful Cellist
Hints
Was blocked on Twitter. But no words were said. I’m terrible at taking hints. I’m hoping your mad or its a mistake. Or something even less likely. Please talk to me. Tell me what is going on.
