There comes a time after a breakup that you get fucking angry. After the tears, the questioning, the attempts at rekindling, you really just come out of it with a shit tonne of rage.
I am here now.
With my rage comes the memories of heartaches and betrayals from
Or any form of an interaction that was categorized as ‘more than friends’.
Patterns swirl like watery mud going down a sewer drain.
And through it all, no judgement from me. Only hope that niceness would be prevail, and the love and respect I had given would one day be returned.. flaws and all.
After all, I was nothing but flawed.
So I can’t help but wonder where faith, respect, and kindness get you.
At this point, I am not sure it gets you anything but a broken heart.