Is it possible to move through the ache of a broken heart that has pumped sand for so many years?
Every time I feel a surge of emotion rise I choke it out from so many hateful memories.
I didnít want to ever be this person. Jaded, angry, bitter. †Sad from a place that canít be pinpointed because it moves swiftly through me hiding in each of my vulnerable spaces.
I canít hate the man any more than I hate myself. †It took two but I so wish I could have made out that price tag.
I teach people every day to love themselves. †Ironic isnít it?
In silence I write thisÖin silence I will die.