LossA Poem by Jerusalem CricketShort & bittersweet.
I will resent you
for the rest of my days, even if they somehow find a way to intertwine with yours again. I hate you for saving me. For showing me how heroic I could be if I put my mind to it. For teaching me to let people in and making me see all the love I have to give them. I'll always hate you for that. It makes me sick that I was sick before and now that I've regained my health, I've spread the spores to everyone else & now they are infected. For the record you did not reject me, I quarantined myself, you're so very welcome. I will resent you for the rest of my days for promising me the world then leaving me to cope alone with loss and the paradox of better words. © 2015 Jerusalem CricketAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 16, 2015 Last Updated on January 16, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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