I Have 7 Scorpio Placements In My Natal Chart And I Can Sense Lies From A Mile Away. I Also Have A Taurus

I have 7 Scorpio placements in my Natal Chart and I can sense lies from a mile away. I also have a Taurus stellium which implies that not only do I have zero tolerance for lies, but I also thrive at finding them out. You lie, you die bitch. I don't give second chances to people. Come clean is all I say. Don't try to outsmart me because I know what's up with your lying ass. If I find you lying (which btw, I will) for futile, petty shit, you lose all my respect. And as a consequence, I will cut you off because I don't like an unequal give and take. Don't mess with me because I always know what's up. I see through a web of lies. Kind of a blessing as well as a curse, I'm not complaining though.

A Letter to my unrequited love - II

{Confessions of a scorpio moon}

You'd dump your trauma on me and I'd take it all happily, thinking it'd help you feel better, lighter. I thought you deserved to feel the happiest. And I'd easily swap your pain with the rare moments of joy I managed to feel. I stayed up at nights listening to you vent about your failed relationships, madly in love with you, shattering silently on the floor of my bedroom, ignoring my pain and paying heed to yours. You always came first, right? You were so dreamy, how could anyone ever hurt you? It felt absolutely cruel. I wanted to nurse your wounds and it was honestly too late when I realized that I was burning myself all throughout to warm you up. I didn't stop though. Why would I? You were someone I'd never want to lose. You made me feel wanted for a short amount of time. Your scraps of love and attention made me feel like a queen. I felt so loved. It touched my heart. No one ever expressed that kind of love to me before. I didn't even love myself half as much as I loved you. I was trained to be a giver, to cater to everyone else's needs and the same pattern unfolded here. You kept depleting me of the little love I had and I didn't mind it. We both would pour our love into you and I'd watch you bloom. You'd give your love to everyone except me. I wanted to claim a piece of your love. Your time. Your attention. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to go deep into your psyche to understand and explore every bit of you. Everything you did made me fall for you harder and harder. It seemed to me like you enjoyed hurting me. Making me wait. Watching me get jealous. Triggering my childhood wounds. You'd feel cocky and arrogant knowing I was so desperate to talk to you. I'd sacrifice my self-respect and initiate a conversation all the time. You'd play it cool. You were cool. But you were cold. And distant too. You often called me names, insulted me and made me feel like trash. You didn't hesitate to walk all over me or use me like your punchbag. You took your anger out on me and I took the abuse not knowing how to pull myself out of the mess I got into.

I have spent sleepless nights trying to figure out why I wasn't enough. I questioned my worth several times. I never felt like I could match up to you. I could never meet you up there. The more I loved you, the more I began to hate myself. I didn't love myself even half as much as I loved you. It didn't make sense to me. But I didn't care. Until you broke my heart. Brutally. You stabbed my back with a smile on your face. Damn, your smile. It melted my broken heart. I couldn't bring myself to hate you. But I had to. I had to do something about it. I had nothing left. I felt hopeless and powerless. It was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Had it been a little sooner, I wouldn't have to move mountains to heal myself. Maybe it'd come easy.

Thank you for being the braver one among the two of us. One of us had to do it. One of us had to break my heart. Thankyou for leaving me broken. I've built it stronger this time. Don't bother knocking on the door. You're not welcome.

-R

I’m starting to run out of things to write about you. It’s bittersweet. On one hand, I think that means I’m over you. But on the other, I think that means you’re gone forever.

this is a loss, this is my victory.

And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over trying to find pieces of you in it.

- unknown

gorgeous gorgeous girls look at the stars and ache

- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights