After stepping back and talking to others I then realized that I'm not insane. That I'm not treated how I'm supposed to be treated. I just let you have your way because I treasure your friendship. But you keep doing it over and over again.
I lost a friend 25 years ago. She was kidnapped from Goodfellow Air Force Base and raped and murdered. I have thought of her many times over the years and have prayed for her family. My heart still hurts more than I thought. The tears came so quickly at just the thought of her that I alarmed both my kids.
And I can't get over you. I cannot just erase you in my mind. I cannot just unlove the spirit that lives in your chest, and just like how you vanished, I cannot convince myself that you were just a mirage from a lucid dream.
We did not agree on much, and more often than not, I was trying to derail whatever big-government scheme he had just concocted. And, in those years that Republicans held the majority in the Senate, when it came to getting some of our ideas passed into law, he was not just a stone in the road, he was a boulder.
By her side, I don't need to worry about holding back. By her side, I don't need to feel the self-consciousness. By her side, I don't need to be insecure or sad.
We were once inseparable, looking to be with each other through and through, Our spark has gone, our hearts flew apart, I promised I'd stay, I broke it up
Its already 3 in the morning and I'm still stuck with the memory of you. Regretting sending you that message. And even if I kept on reminiscing the past, it still brings me to the reality that there are things we couldn't change and words we couldn't take back.
If I knew you were in pain I’d have come running into your arms and just be there like how the ground comforts the sky
She was vulnerable. Honest. Genuine. Fragile. Everything that I am not. I’m a hypocrite. A coward. A sham formed by plastic through time, for the fear that who I really am might break in the open.
Isa na lang, isang beses pa Bago mo tuluyang lisanin ang mga pinagsaluhang tuwa at luha Baka maaari pang pag-usapan, hindi ganyang lagi kang tulala O kayay tatawa, pagdaka’y iiyak Ano ngayon ang kahulugan ng katinuan? Gayong pilit mo itong…
Learning the lesson of Humility, Honesty and Love By The Feminine Pilgrimage
Dear S (or How Could You?) By Nizrhane Abdallah