The Past

My Past wasn't the easiest one, that one could wish for. When he came home everyday, would love to greet him home, but every night with a drink in his hand, he would be this Dragon that Scourge. I loved him, then I hated him, the nights when I was kept up. Watching him go, then come back, without saying a word. Saying things I know he never meant, but oh how much they hurt. For a boy young at age, not know what was wrong, praying everything will be alright, for day at a time, not growing up with true friends of his own, and seeing everyone else with theirs in their arms. But I know he changed, trying to get better as we go. But wounds can only heal so much, and almost forever it takes. But life never rests so life goes on, for better or for worse. But When I met her, For My Beloved, I thought it would be great. I knew I shouldn't be getting close to her, but when I knew that she was my Beloved, she just turned her back. trying, wanting to talk, and there was never a reply back. I vowed from that day, never to have a Broken Heart. For the Heart heals slowly, and can leave scares in the open, showing them to everyone. This is my past, there are more, but words can't describe. To know the Future, you must know the Past, to find the one in the heart. For without the Past, the Future is nothing, and without the Past, Then we are nothing at all.