One in a Million

October 18, 2016 

Humans are a difficult breed. Complex. Irrational. Immoral. Selfish. Bruised. That doesn’t even begin to cover the surface problems with us. The outward projections that those around us might see. And it says nothing of the internal chaos waiting in our brains. Our blood. And our chemical makeup. Just waiting to pop.

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Putting Words to It

I guess I was never quite sure exactly what you were saying to me in those five minutes I was allowed. Or what I was actually being accused of. Most importantly, why you never came to me with it. Why you went behind my back instead of asking anything honestly. Why that was okay. Why you viewed me so far beneath you and talked to me like I was trash. Why you felt you had that right. Why you weren’t willing to answer my questions. All of my Whys. All of my How Could Yous. Why I no longer mattered. Why you were responsible for nothing. But I do know I kept my promise to you. Because I had to. It was a promise I made for some peace. But I kept it. No questions asked.

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