What’s on my mind? You, not the lot. It’s the way I am, plus - I can’t do anything about it even if I wanted it any other way. (You won’t let me, has this ever occurred to you?) This is the fruit of your own damn actions: my pain. Something I apparently know more about than ten times you being that (apparently) I’m the strong one here. Strong enough to love & to not care. To be honest & to hold. To give myself in friendship, to devote myself to God, & in so doing listen. & learn. Learn to let life happen & to be human & to find joy & beauty in something as simple as what I thought we shared. I would speak through a thunderstorm just to let you know anything. I don’t wrap myself in the thoughts of others; not no more at least. Haven’t for a long while. You think I like this, this misery. But who do I address? You think I care about the wrong things, but it’s those same wrong things that at my expense have rendered us miserable. & yet it seems you can’t see that sometimes. Maybe you can. Maybe I’m wrong. You think it was the right course but I see through this madness; I haven’t had a voice in the matter anyway. But to keep it inside? To think it won’t bubble out & explode in terrible ways? Thank God I have the decency to keep it real. Don’t you dare - ever - use that phrase again in context to yourself until. Well, until you start. This is deep shit bro. Get with this, I ain’t no fool. I hold my tongue for no man.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 07:53:10 +0000
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