You shouldn't be allowed to feel what you do
Mourn over something that never happened
Cry over words never shared
But you do, and it's unfair
All that energy spent sulking and sinking into a painful sadness
It should not be allowed
All that pain, frustration
It's just another part of the cycle we face in fighting fates fickle fingers
We shouldn't spend our energy on things
But we do, because we're wishing those words were shared, over the somethings and the maybes and what ifs
It simply isn't fair.
I am frustrated over something that would probably never happen
Angry over small mistakes
But they are mistakes all the same
And for that, I grieve on a new day, sitting in silence with no closure
What I wouldn't do, just to have some sense
Make a few words that weren't just babbling
Find a few thoughts that weren't full of hurt
It isn't allowed, it shouldn't be
But it is
And it is what it shapes to be, with, or without my doing
