The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies.
I hate you more days than others. This particular day is one of them. There may be forgiveness. Sometimes when I’m nostalgic I even pretend that it’s not loneliness and futility and I think that I actually love you. The reality is that is a fucking myth. You destroyed all our lives. Mostly mine. But you inflicted wounds on yourself and him because of your selfishness. One day, the man will fucking come around and the answers will be provided. Till then we wait…
I didn’t have to forgive you, It was even harder to Fuckin forgive myself. But I did it so I could move on without hate and anger. What drove me for far to fucking long. I made peace with myself and you because it was eating me alive hating you. I needed to do it for my own mental peace.
But whatever your mind game is staying in orbit of my life and offering forbidden fruit and illusions and false promises, I’m not a stupid man, I never fell for your shit. I’m not about to start now. I just need to find a way to move on and let you and my son be at peace without me.
Sadly I think it’s a peace that you will never find and days like today, I Fuckin promise you, 100 percent every moment of hell you’re in. You’ll never know the hell you put me in, mostly because giving you that much emotion from a side of me that is dead and buried and forgotten is too much of a victory for you, it’s what you want. Me to react.
What I should be doing is focusing on my life and my happy moments and remembering the ones you didn’t take away from me and my child. That’s why I don’t completely hate you, that’s the only reason. Because I have those moments. You gave me those at least. You didn’t have to.
I’m long done fighting, and I’m long done all my wars with you. I need to learn to move the fuck on. Every time it gets a little easier. Every year it gets a little easier to just shed one more tear and remember what the fuck you took away, from all of us.
Something’s I may be willing to forgive, some days I may be willing to even let
You explain and other days I just dwell in the darkness and let it all consume me.
Today is one of those Fuckin days. I just let the darkness in. I may have loved you once. But you betrayed me, and more than that you betrayed him… I’m allowed one day a year to fucking hate you more than normal.
Don’t fucking call tonight. It will go unheard on deaf ears.
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