ATTACHMENT, a slow killer.
One reason I don’t socialize or rather, hate socializing. ATTACHMENT, it burns in the deep ends of my bones, boils my blood, kills me slowly because people I get attached to are printed on my heart, painted in my mind, etched in my veins, glued to my thoughts.
ATTACHMENT to people who reciprocate the effort is not who this is about, this is the attachment to memories, toxic people, people who use you & drop you when their needs change, people who put no effort or just put up a show.
They sweet talk to you until it’s only when you’re speaking to, they need your full attention but when you need it they’re quite busy, you understand & this keeps happening, it goes from HI to SORRY to LETS NEVER TALK AGAIN. From STRANGERS to MATES to GUILTY to STRANGERS. & this cycle, only repeats.
ATTACHMENT THEY SAY, A SILENT KILLER. It’s like the person you love is pulling the trigger but it’s you they’re pointing at, drama like a thriller except for its real life & there’s no painkiller that can boil down the ache quicker.
Attachment, a feeling that will never become unfamiliar.