Nothing can ever be perfect.
There are paths to be chosen,
paths to be followed, and just paths.
I hold the deepest part that connects me to another human being.
Anger, angst, understanding
That sometimes things are not the way we wanted it to be.
But jealousy strikes painfully, when
You just wanted to be that someone that was able to help,
when you were not.
Doors closed, you.
Pushed away. Left. Alone.
Again. It was hard for me, and still is.
I hold on to memories that shouldn't be,
shouldn't exist.
Assumptions. Necessities.
We are all the same, maybe
A little bit different.
I play with words that are not mine,
That I don't believe,
While trying to keep the energy
Of unconditional happiness
Up in the sky
Please, I just wanted to feel
The warmth of hope
Emanating from your body
Instead of the freezing ,
Isolating depression.
Looking at me and saying:
You are not welcome today.
1 comment:
It disturbs and warms me as to how close to strangers can be in there thoughts
I feel like I am on the receiving end of your words
That the person you write about is me
it can be spooky
With that said I hope these feelings come unjustly
For offenses done in accident rather than malicious
For if they are the first then they can be forgiven
you can move on
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