he keeps popping up. when i least expect it.
the hurt went away with the guilt and shame
and bad feelings and anger and all that good
stuff that happens. but the last week... my,
my, my...
i remember old jonas brother's songs and i
smile. and then i look at him and i want to
punch him in the nose and cry and scream.
feelings which were never as strong as they
are now, but only when i see him.
i want to scream in his face and have him
see those tears he never saw, tell him about
how he not only hurt me but countless other
people, friends, around him and me. i want
to show him what he did, how he changed
things. and i want to tell him how things
could have been so different if he'd only
said just a few words.
and even as i type this, i realize how i finally
got over it. too much drama and unrequited
hopes. of which i like neither. perhaps this
is the final passage way for me to go through
so i can finally let go, finally let my heart finish
healing. finally let this sadness and anger go.
hmm... rainy days do this to me.
drama
