I lived through you abandoning me.
There was a time that I showed you glee,
but now I could never do that again.
You are not a father, you only bring rain.
Broken from your chains, forever am I free.
You said that we were friends, but now I see.
Where there was once care, there is nothing.
Even though our friendship has been slain,
I lived.
We shared a love soaked with beauty,
until you stopped loving and tossed the key;
to my heart, you brought care, but then replaced it with pain.
No longer do I see you in every woman, and every window pane.
By embracing myself and disdaining your vain, I lived.
August 9, 2017: Through my up and down experiences of the summer, I tried to learn to accept that not having someone appreciate you is not a failure for yourself, but a chance for change within and for yourself. In fact, self-acceptance is paramount because, at the end of the day, we have to live with the things that we have done. In order to have that semblance of inner peace, we can’t be caught on the words and actions of other people.
