Let That Bitch Burn

Never become the third party to someone else’s bullshit. Your friends and family can be screaming in your ear, “WATCH OUT”! And what do you do? You walk your dumbass into the burning building. 😳 Mind your bidness and stay out of other people’s affairs. It doesn’t matter how much you help, or give advice, or lend support… you will be the one left standing in the cold and the two idiots that were the root of it all will stay together. It doesn’t matter if this person is a friend, or they’re in a physical relationship. People cling to other people because they don’t want to have to deal with their own problems. Therefore, people who are broken will always stick together.

My problem, is that I’m always willing to lend a helping hand. I genuinely enjoy helping people. It makes me feel good to do so. I know in my heart that in return, positive energy will come to me. It has done so to this day so I won’t stop being a giver. However, I ain’t nobody’s fucking fool. I know the difference between being loved and being abused. Abuse doesn’t have to be physical. It can come to you with a smile and the words “I love you”. But, if in return you don’t feel that you are on the receiving in of the giving, it’s time to let go.

Attachment is a powerful thing. It’s useful because it allows us to remember. I’m a nostalgic person by nature. I welcome reminders of my past because they remind me of who I am and where I come from. The only time it’s a problem is when what you are attached to is causing you pain. Do you cringe when the phone calls and that person is on the other end? Do you find yourself exhausted after being around them? Do you feel emotionally drained to the point of tears or eventually have an emotional outburst after being around this person? My friend, you’ve been had. You’ve been took! Run amuck! Led astray, and got played the fuck out.

My tone can be harsh but I really do feel for these type of people because I was one of them. Looking for myself in every place but my own soul. The reminders are great but I have to remember that they are around me as well. Watching my back, yelling “watch the fuck out” even though I’m in la la land, daydreaming the fuck out of fantasies (right?), and being happy as hell in my dream world. But reality is a motherfucker and it’s nice when I’m brought back down to it by the people that I love. Even if the message isn’t what I want to hear, I’m always listening. I’m surrounded by that very love that I value in knickknacks, photos, old songs, and friends. But if it all burns down with my house *knock on wood*, I’m not running in to save them.


photograph of a burning fire
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