I miss you. Some. Times.
Allow me to step back and think on this a moment. Please?
There are so many things that I've lost in the last third of my life. In the last quarter of my life. In the last year. Tangible and intangible. Lost as in not able to find and lost as in that big gaping hole in my heart through which my secrets leak into the world. Until I feel transparent. Despite the fact that I am a brick wall with no windows to those closest to me. The truth hurts. Both sides.
Tell me a story with a happy ending and I'll tell you all the ways it's not.
I feel bad for the things that I haven't done but thee is so much insincerity in my voice when I appologize for what I know was wrong. I just have no remorse. Live and let live.
There are so many things that I've lost in the last third of my life. In the last quarter of my life. In the last year. Tangible and intangible. Lost as in not able to find and lost as in that big gaping hole in my heart through which my secrets leak into the world. Until I feel transparent. Despite the fact that I am a brick wall with no windows to those closest to me. The truth hurts. Both sides.
Tell me a story with a happy ending and I'll tell you all the ways it's not.
I feel bad for the things that I haven't done but thee is so much insincerity in my voice when I appologize for what I know was wrong. I just have no remorse. Live and let live.