Im sorry
So I kept it all locked away until just now. I opened myself up, and this post, will hurt a lot of people. It's about someone namde Jasmine, my story. I was with Jasmine for a stretch of time, and I was happy, truly happy, while I knew my mom was with "cancer". And we got distant, and as we did, I turned angry and bitter inside. Time moved on, and she moved on, and I tried. But to no avail, I became bad angry then, hate filled. I walked alone for the longest time, empty, scared, angry, and feeling betrayed by my mother and my own heart. I locked it away and turned vicious. It turned worse, then turned into binge drinking. Now, I say this because I am with someone, and still today, at random times, my heart and head think of Jasmine. Her smile, laugh, it all, and it hurts. I am friends with her today, but I will make it public known, a huge part of me, still belongs to her. And today, she got snappy with me, and I sit here hurt. Not angry, but hurt, and I ask myself. Am I the fool? Or am I god's playtoy.
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