June 25th, 2021
I have nothing too urgent to say about this day. I saw a side of someone I did not like. I ruined my love's day. I was put in such an uncomfortable situation I almost got sick. I upset my love. I accidentally made it about myself. And then I let him have his way with me, and listened when he told me he loved me. There's nothing important about this day, really. I just learned the importance of a few ordinary words and the meaning they may hold. And in that moment, the resentment I nurture inside of myself grew to unimaginable heights. Then by the end of the night, after seeing me cry, and uttering the quietest of apologies over and over, he told me I was perfect. By the end of the night, I was the love of his life again. But make no mistake, the entirety of this day's failure was my own fault, I just empathize with the deep pain I caused him. And the relevance of this topic is out the window at this point. These words don't concern you, nor should they. It's just an observation, a lesson at best. It's just another day; my lover, the best.
R.K.
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Holeheart
ПоэзияI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
