I'm more upset at myself for holding onto something that was there, to begin with. I jumped in before I asked how deep. From the start, we should have remained friends, but I thought this is what it means to have your life together. I fell way to fast and landed way to rough. He may not see why those words meant so much to me, but I do. For half of my life, I didn't even say it to my parents. I'm more upset I did this; this pain is my fault.
But I'll be okay. I have to be.
~j.g.s.b~
6/7/20
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PoetryVarious writings and I've written over the years. I wish to share some of my work and hope to inspire others to write or explore literature. I'm an amateur writer that still has a long way to go. Warning: my work is based on personal experience, and...
