I know now that i never really let it go, i just kept telling myself that i had no right to be angry, that he wasn't mine and that you didn't mean it, but I saw it with my own two eyes, the closeness, the flirting, the touching, I can't not think about it and I can't not make it a big deal, I don't feel safe in our friendship and I don't trust that you won't hurt my feelings again, maybe it's why i'm so mean sometimes, i'm still just so angry
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
