Dark superior
How do I pick myself up after peeling the layers of dirt off? How do I humble myself once more in order to be seen clean again? Displaying the facts of so many lies that were told. So many terrible tricks that were played on all sides of the board game. So many players that the drama multiplied by billions.
Yet in the middle of it all stood a man.
One that didn't realize that the root issue stemmed within. Yet we each had our problems and led the winnings towards our own personal agendas. Yet what I never seemed to understand is how all the people could be caught up in such a whirlwind affair, twisted into a tangled web.
Though I suppose I will never really understand each person involved. All I can say is that the lies and stories that came about were rancid. I actually felt desperate, so much so to try to hold tight upon you. And now I see the foolishness in it all.
I think the best and worst trigger for me was when you told me out of all the people who were involved that my lies were the best stories. I think that day you told me that I crack. I weaned myself off of you so fast. Because the fact that you thought my life was a pack of lies. Sure I told a few lies but the root of the biggest problem me. It was you.
Dark, superior you must have felt for insulting and degrading me many times. And on so many occasions I forgave you, because that is what I did. Yet had I been listening I would have understood you hated yourself so much that you had to blame someone. So why not me? You told so many people that I was so many different things.
And now you call me crazy and all the rest of the ladies too. But it goes both ways, darling. We can only be labelled something by women who don't know us and by men who never understood us. See that is the sadness I hold for you.
I will always forgive you. See that is what I do. Yet you would have to beg pretty darn hard to get me to accept anything kind word from you. For by then I will have seen so much.
By learning of myself and changing these passed few months I can admit I miss the hugs. That is it. Everything else can be shot but the hugs, well I would take those any day.
Though I will some day gain more, from someone.
Yet in the middle of it all stood a man.
One that didn't realize that the root issue stemmed within. Yet we each had our problems and led the winnings towards our own personal agendas. Yet what I never seemed to understand is how all the people could be caught up in such a whirlwind affair, twisted into a tangled web.
Though I suppose I will never really understand each person involved. All I can say is that the lies and stories that came about were rancid. I actually felt desperate, so much so to try to hold tight upon you. And now I see the foolishness in it all.
I think the best and worst trigger for me was when you told me out of all the people who were involved that my lies were the best stories. I think that day you told me that I crack. I weaned myself off of you so fast. Because the fact that you thought my life was a pack of lies. Sure I told a few lies but the root of the biggest problem me. It was you.
Dark, superior you must have felt for insulting and degrading me many times. And on so many occasions I forgave you, because that is what I did. Yet had I been listening I would have understood you hated yourself so much that you had to blame someone. So why not me? You told so many people that I was so many different things.
And now you call me crazy and all the rest of the ladies too. But it goes both ways, darling. We can only be labelled something by women who don't know us and by men who never understood us. See that is the sadness I hold for you.
I will always forgive you. See that is what I do. Yet you would have to beg pretty darn hard to get me to accept anything kind word from you. For by then I will have seen so much.
By learning of myself and changing these passed few months I can admit I miss the hugs. That is it. Everything else can be shot but the hugs, well I would take those any day.
Though I will some day gain more, from someone.
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