Sometimes I want to huff and puff and tear you down too.
Sometimes I want to stand on the rooftops and yell to the world about this injustice.
Sometimes I want to ask you; how dare you? How dare you do this to me, me???
Sometimes I want you to suffer like I have, shame, stupidity and pain, in one fell swoop.
Sometimes I want to write you ten paragraphs, send you a raven, hire a sky writer, how can I get in your stupid head?
I demand answers, don’t wave me off, look me in my eyes and tell me why you hurt me this way.
What was the reason? What was my crime??
All this is true but sometimes,
Sometimes I wish you well
Sometimes I hope you’re happy and well
Sometimes I hope you have no regrets and that you live to the fullest.
Sometimes I want to you to be happy, to love and be loved
Sometimes I even find myself saying a prayer for you.
Doesn’t mean I still don’t want to punch you, it doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt at the oddest times.
But me and my pain, we understand each other. I know it’s a lesson and these things take time. I might be a slow learner but I learn.
Sometimes it hurts, but the truth; the real truth is that most of the time it doesn’t and these lessons have been learned and life will go on, is going on, scars and all..