The one who got away
Dear yeroc,
It's late November and cold weather is creeping on us
like I tried creeping back into your life.
This weather of course, is stronger and more
powerful than I could ever be.
And of course this weather can change in
less than 24 hours,
but me, I took my time as if I had
nothing to lose.
And maybe I didn't.
When the wind blows, know it is me.
I am here trying to get you to notice me again.
I forgot to ask, how are you feeling dear?
The day you chose to not give me a reason
is the day I started blaming myself.
You took my emotions as if they had offended
you in the worse way possible.
You smashed them into the wall
with all your might and all the anger
you had stored inside you.
After all that,
I still blame myself.
What if's still tear me down,
What have's are still replaying in my head,
what did happen,
Is still a reality I'm not sure I want to accept.
But as everyone says,
"Time heals all wounds"
and maybe it's true.
Only time will tell.
- Brittany
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