I wore my heart on my sleeve. Thought maybe this will be the person to finally treasure it. Make my worthless petty self- feel better, mend my soul, bring back the light. However, destiny- in all its glory struck me with the reality that I should've expected.
Seeing how tis not the first time, I should feel fine, better even. Maybe I do. Still; the thought of knowing i let my vulnerability show, letting it pour out of my eyes and through my bittersweet words. It keeps me awake at night.
Perhaps, it was just as disgusting as I presumed it to be. And so... they turned their head away. Refused to acknowledge the ugly sight, that is, my life.
Will I make this a lesson or another part of an undying series?
That's a question only the unforgiving time shall answer.
