Though sharply seeming...
I'm overflowing.
It bubbles up when I least want it, when I can't face it. The anger has drained away, leaving only loneliness and sorrow. How do I rebuild the parts that belonged to him? How do I look in the mirror, knowing that he has made me what I am?
I miss it. I miss the certainty. I don't have a confidant. There is such a weight of history that I can't bear it. The telling would be impossible even if someone had the time.
Love me as I am. Please, oh please. I long to be immersed in someone again.
Forgiveness wasn't easy, but it is my last loving gift to him.
Somehow I am alone.
It bubbles up when I least want it, when I can't face it. The anger has drained away, leaving only loneliness and sorrow. How do I rebuild the parts that belonged to him? How do I look in the mirror, knowing that he has made me what I am?
I miss it. I miss the certainty. I don't have a confidant. There is such a weight of history that I can't bear it. The telling would be impossible even if someone had the time.
Love me as I am. Please, oh please. I long to be immersed in someone again.
Forgiveness wasn't easy, but it is my last loving gift to him.
Somehow I am alone.