My boyfriend once saw a colleague of mine touch me inappropriately and assumed I was cheating on him. Well that colleague was harassing me but my boyfriend hit me anyway.
My mother once thought that I had found out she was cheating on my father with that man. She burned my hand with a hot frying pan and threatened me to keep my mouth shut. But mother, I never even suspected anything until you uttered those words yourself. And that that time I didn't know whether to cry about the fact that you burned my hand, or that my father was getting betrayed.
I was 4. I remember quite well. My brother thought I hid the remote of his X box and he pushed me off the stairs. I was crying so hard. Little did he know that the boy from next door who he called his best friend had stolen it.
Misunderstandings.. merely misunderstandings caused the catastrophe.
-L
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Melancholic Self Discovery
PoetryA collection of poems, words and basically my feelings. A very raw set of words. Poetry is love Poetry is life Poetey is melancholy Poetry is everything
