I get tired of going through life alone but trying to factor someone into the equation gets challenging. It’s like the switch to letters from numbers in math. Your knee-jerk reaction is that they must be out of place. The equation is off now.
I’m trying to remind myself, daily, hourly, every fucking minute… I’m just learning a new way. I can’t keep going back to the same rules, the same roles, and expect a happier life. Every fucking minute, I promise myself, this is so worth it.
Hurting Promises
Promise to never take on your hurt alone
just because
it looks like others, like I’m
hurting
Promise to pull me back and show wounds
being seen
sometimes we just want, desperately need
company
Promise to let me be there
when it counts
it’s not our jobs to decide, remove decisions,
handling
I promise, I see the irony
taking hurt
alone, sorting through, straightening out
reemerging
When can I ask for help, how.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 