Is it possible to move through the ache of a broken heart that has pumped sand for so many years?
Every time I feel a surge of emotion rise I choke it out from so many hateful memories.

I didn’t want to ever be this person. Jaded, angry, bitter.  Sad from a place that can’t be pinpointed because it moves swiftly through me hiding in each of my vulnerable spaces.
  
I can’t hate the man any more than I hate myself.  It took two but I so wish I could have made out that price tag.

I teach people every day to love themselves.  Ironic isn’t it?
  
In silence I write this…in silence I will die.