I tell her it’s making me think about the walls I’ve put up and the people I’ve let down. I have to change...my heart has to open. If beaten dogs rescued from the pound can learn to love than so can I. With tears in my eyes I say the lessons I got taught as a child are hard to forget then I watch her cry too. Reminded that sadness is also a beautiful thing.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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