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Why do you get to be so happy, live a life so full,
While the crumbled remains of my heart lay in your wake? Why do you get to look like perfection, nothing broken, smiling so big? When every time I see you, think of you, hear of you My chest grows tight with rejection, imperfection, misdirection... I was loyal, you were not. Turning your back when things grew rocky, Yelling, screaming, cursing, shaming, Giving ultimatums, pointing, blaming. Playing the victim when I needed a break From the yelling and screaming and shaming I faced. Then saying I rejected you! Trashing my name, continuing to shame. Were you afraid of my truth? Afraid it would show a possible flaw in the stands you take, in the perfection you fake? Well now we wait. For what? I don't know... I don't know... because now I doubt everything I once knew.
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