The War Is Over
And finally
This time was different…it was the final goodbye.
He is the light, my whole, the pure
How do you know where to fall if you cant see?
"And I will be content in every
circumstance.”
With how many abandonments I have
experienced you would think Id be used to
it, right? It hurts so much each time…. I
know the process…. I can't help being sad
though…how do you move on knowing
they're out there just fine and moving on.
Oh wait, there's no cholce but to go on. Its
soul crushing. It’s living in agony some
days until it gets better. Hopefully it stays
better longer this time. To the better days
??????
What is the joke of life?
Death.
It’s hard to let go of the concept that no
one cares while simultaneously wrapping
your head around the fact that the person
you knew put up a facade.
Feel my wrath and feel my fury for I am a
scorned woman.
Some people go to their grave with their lies for that I will never understand. No
shame.
It shall come to us all,
Death.
The Great Divide
Copyright © Katlin Bouse | Year Posted 2023
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