You 

Let shit go.

Forget.

It doesn’t matter,

it’s not important.

You’re everywhere and 

I hate that. 

You’re always being talked about and 

I hate that.

You’re in my kid and

I hate that.

I can’t escape and 

it’s breaking me.

I have to forget,

I have to let go.

I thought I had, but 

tears are in my eyes and

I don’t know why.

I need to focus on myself,

at least I try,

but you’re everywhere so 

how can I?

3 thoughts on “You 

  1. The struggle to find acceptance of the bad in life is a great subject and you’ve really captured something here. The honesty and unapologetic confusion touches anyone who’s been in conflict with themselves.
    It’s heartbreaking and heavy with the understandable exhaustion.
    A brilliant piece on a sorrow filled subject.

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