I may treat you with disrespect.
I may write bad things about you.
I may tell myself that you don't love me.
I may wonder if that's true.
I hope you can forgive me.
I hope you don't hate me.
I hope I can make it up to you.
I hope this isn't how I'll always be.
I tell myself to say sorry.
I tell myself to be nicer to you.
I tell myself to change.
I tell myself to forgive you.
I am truly sorry.
I am regretting everything.
I am going to try my best to change.
I am willing to do anything.
I will change.
I will be better.
I will write this to you.
I will say sorry in my letter.
**Written years ago...*
Put away.
Locked in the darkness.
Dust softly settling on top of them,
forgotten by everyone.
Cracked dry skin.
Clumped fur.
Fading handwriting.
Fraying material.
Once bright colors,
now dull.
Smiling faces,
now empty, emotionless.
Objects once cherished,
now forgotten, replaced.
Hidden in the dark,
not one ray of light visible.
What was once reality
is now gone.
Not even a figment of our imagination.
Just a forgotten memory.
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Sad. It doesn't have to be this way...
I actually wrote this back in high school. And it might've actually been during one of my darker moments in life.
Sun beating down.
Warm breeze flowing.
Sweat trickling down their backs.
Gulps of water
sliding down their throats.
Eyes intense.
Lips in a tight line.
Heartbeats racing.
Quiet breaths
filling the silence.
Hands grasped tightly
around weapons.
Helmets weighing down,
hair pressed tightly against their heads.
Muscles tight
with anticipation.
A command cuts
through the silence.
One last breath
and they march forward,
prepared to complete their mission
at any cost.
Whispers in the night
of secret promises.
Shared smiles.
Flickering glances.
Fluttering butterflies,
tickling their way
to the heart.
Fingertips brushing
against skin.
Goosebumps rising.
Heartbeat racing.
Pupils dilating.
Lips dangerously close,
yet never closing the distance.
A budding romance.
A fragile romance.
A secret romance.
Thoughts of being caught
rushing through the brain.
Anxious.
Excited.
Nervous.
Exhaling a single breath,
caressing the skin.
Eyes gazing,
full of shared secrets.
Small smiles
curving the lips.
Alas,
one last glance.
Butterflies ceasing.
Heartbeat slowing.
A fading romance.
Forgotten,
yet remembered.
A secret romance.
Little kids playing.
Their laughter filling the air.
It’s a sunny day.
Backpacks filled with books.
Girls and boys running to class.
Two are holding hands.
Wedding bells ringing.
Hands clapping, people smiling.
They are now married.
A small child crying.
The mother singing softly.
The father still sleeps.
Graduation day.
The parents shed tears of joy.
Their child has grown up.
People dressed in black.
The mother and child crying.
The father has passed.
The child holds her hand.
She is in the hospital.
Time to say goodbye.
Criticism, insults, and teasing.
Words meant to cause distress.
Judgmental eyes gazing intently.
Choose to be strong.
Stress, problems, and impossibilities.
Constantly being hounded to complete the impossible.
Frowns creasing eyebrows.
Choose to believe in yourself.
Anger, hatred, and accusations.
People not listening to what’s being said.
Fingers pointing accusingly.
Choose to defend yourself.
Tears, sadness, and grief.
Worlds clashing with each other.
People drawing their last breath.
Choose to fight for your life.
Smiles, laughter, and tears of joy.
Arms being wrapped around one another.
A twinkle in the eye.
Choose to be happy.
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