keep asking how I could be the one who will not stay inside
When every cell in me is begging you, please don’t run, please don’t hide.
I say I want a gentle love that meets me where I stand
But I only start to feel alive when you slip out of my hand.
I swear I’m hunting tenderness, a heart that shows me through
Yet my body lights up like a storm when I am chasing after you.
The steady ones feel colorless, like rooms without a sound
I crave the door that slams on me, then creaks and swings back round.
I learned this dance in childhood, where comfort came then froze
Where warmth would turn to distance, like a door that never chose.
Sometimes my needs were tended to, then suddenly withdrawn
That rhythm carved my nervous system, dusk tied tight to dawn.
Now intermittent kindness is the only song I know
I wait for love, then brace for loss, then beg you not to go.
In conflict I start shrinking first, I drop my fragile claim
I fold my truth into an apology, take all the blame.
I tell you, “You are right, not me, I should not feel this way”
Because the thought of losing you still terrifies me more than what I say.
I offer you my open throat and call it being kind
While quietly I walk away from pieces of my mind.
My boundaries blur to watercolor, soaking in your mood
I call it love while swallowing my own unspoken food.
I’ve been a lifelong strategist at not becoming left
I trade my needs for borrowed peace, a quiet kind of theft.
The spark I feel when I’m not enough is chemically precise
It tastes like terror mixed with hope, the sweetest poison ice.
My shadow loves this hunger, it mistakes it all for fate
It thinks that burning in your orbit is the highest state.
But every time I disappear to keep you from the door
I’m teaching my abandoned self that she is less and less and more.
More desperate and more silent, more hollow and more small
Less worthy of a steady hand that doesn’t make her crawl.
To heal, I must betray the script that kept me safe but tight
I have to risk you walking out to stand inside my light.
I have to name the pattern clear, the hook, the chase, the fear
And treat my shaking honesty as something you must hear.
Recovery is not romantic, it’s the slow unlearning of the chase
It’s sitting with my lonely self, and letting stillness touch my face.
It’s choosing those who show up close, not only when I bleed
It’s reaching out with steady hands, not weapons of my need.
My testimony isn’t clean; it’s ink and ash and bone
But if you recognize this war, you don’t have to fight alone.
We were not born to orbit hurt, or beg and call that care
We’re meant to turn and face ourselves, and find someone still there.

RSP

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DCG

Anxious preoccupied is actually very emotionally unavailable. According to Dr. Sarah Hensley-

Since I am an AP, I can testify to these statements when examining my behavior.

“I know the APs out there, you sweet, precious, warm, empathetic, loving APs, you’re like, how could I be emotionally unavailable? All I want from my avoidant partner is emotional vulnerability.
No, you don’t. You think you do, but you are fundamentally not attracted to people who are emotionally available. In fact, they give you the ick. You’re not attracted to that. You are only attracted to people who give you the intermittent reinforcement, which is sometimes your emotional needs are met, then it pulls away, then sometimes they’re met, then it pulls away. That intermittent reinforcement is what you got in childhood. It is what creates your attachment anxiety and it is what keeps it flowing, okay? And you don’t know anything different than that.
If they don’t give you a push–pull or if you don’t have to chase them and convince them that you are worthy of not abandoning, then you are not attracted to them. And then inside of conflict, sweet AP, you tend to fawn. You tend to give up on your own needs, abandon them, become boundaryless, become doormats, and hang on to whatever breadcrumbs you’re getting, okay? In conflict, you just go, you know, I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m sorry. Totally, you’re right. I shouldn’t have never brought that up. I shouldn’t have ever brought that up. You’re right, I’m wrong. Please don’t be mad at me because if conflict starts going sideways, that fear of abandonment pops up and it’s easier to just apologize and make it go away than actually stand strong in your own needs.
It’s hard for you to speak up when things hurt you because, again, you are afraid of conflict because conflict could lead to abandonment. If you’re not being made to feel not good enough and working harder to be good enough in the relationship, you don’t feel that chemistry, you don’t feel that spark. And so, you’ve never really been attracted to people that could give you true emotional availability consistently inside relationships, and that has to do with your own deep fear of vulnerability yourself. But your superpower is your warmth and your kindness.
Sometimes you can be a people pleaser—let’s face it, a lot of the time. You can be a people pleaser and whenever you’re people pleasing and you’re codependent and you’re boundaryless, you’re abandoning yourself. And I know that it’s hard to understand that what you’ve been doing most of your life is self‑abandonment, but it is. And earning your attachment security means that you get to finally stop abandoning yourself and finally give and receive true emotional vulnerability and emotional nurturing and co‑regulation inside of a relationship.
You may be able to give some of it, but only to the person that makes you chase them to give it.”