*To whom it may concern: The following does not necessarily depict relationship(s) I currently have/have had. I am not even sure if this will stay in the ‘Detective’ story line. Most my writings are works in progress. Apparently, I need to post more often. Best Wishes!
Will there ever be enough?
Will there ever be enough pain? Enough tears? Enough anger?
Enough hate?
Will there ever be enough jealousy to go around.
Will we ever be able to see each other for what we truly are!?
At what point are we barren, full visibility.
I’m done. I’m done with the controlling I’m done with the distrust.
I’m done with the pity parties.
On both sides.
At what point, if ever?
Do we get to live our lives?
When are my choices my own?
When did we become a relationship that existed under the rule of the king?
Are you so fragile that you will break because of my mistakes?
How’s that possible if you can’t see the brokenness in me?
Brokenness you put there.
Over years.
With your words, your lack of action, your laziness, your forgetfulness, your lack of drive.
Did you not think, that your inability to imagine a future for us, would affect me?
You say it doesn’t matter.
As long as we’re together, we can do anything.
Beautiful words, picturesque even.
Yet the reality is, more often than not, it doesn’t feel that way.
Wholehearted positive statements are grandeur, at best.
Particularly, when it’s not backed up by any plan of action.
Or better yet, action itself.
My life, Now. 