Promise. . .

You have found yourself broken,

For he made a promise of next time,

a promise of a thousand of rounds,

a promise of a sunset.

But no,

you cannot bring yourself to hatred,

because he is nothing but chivalrous,

nothing but courteous,

and all you want is to wish him well,

and to say thank you for the time.

 

Today. . .

May 18, 2018

Today, my father and I lost each other. I lost my dad, and him, he lost his daughter. I lost my father through the treachery of selfishness, and sadness. The clouds took him away from me, as the sun took me away from him. I guess it was for the best, for both of us, needs a minute to grow apart.

Today, my father lost his daughter, I choose to move on.

Sick, and Tired. . .

As depressing, and gut wrenching as it is…. Life is a bunch of disappointments that you’ll have to get used to every day. The thing is, I was hoping it was not going to be you, unfortunately, I fell short on that department. I guess you are the big fat disappointment in my life. Every day, I was hoping for you to change; and every day, you say “sorry” like it’s an ordinary vocabulary slipping out of your tongue. I’m all out of faith, and by the time I am unable to forgive you, you’ll be too late. I am sick and tired of you, and your reasons, and I am tired of your forever apologetic self. Sorry, but I am done. You can kiss my sympathy good bye.