Today, I cried for you for the first time. At first, I thought it was because you hurt me. But, soon I realized it was because I would let you go, if you asked me to.
I only cried because I would do anything to make you happy.
(A couple of months later…)
I cry every night because I miss you and I finally let you go; it hurts all the same.
I grew up as a Catholic and I always wondered why my mom always went to confessional all the time. I would ask her what sins do you commit? I always thought she was perfect, she is the definition of integrity. But today I finally know she told the priest but there is no forgiveness from God for your sin. No matter what anyone says God does not forgive everything. I’m sorry mom but I forgive you, not all of us can be strong, and because of you I am. So I thank you for showing me how to be better than you at last, your perfect in every other way. You saved our next generation of women in your family. Everything does happen for reason, and sometimes those reasons take a long time to be discovered.
I used to think that you were the way you were because you were incomplete. A particular realization came back to my senses, that I am not the piece that will make you whole.
See, I am incomplete as well and I know that another person isn’t what’s missing.
The void in my heart is deep, it has reached my soul and there’s no saving the unsalvageable.
In trying to complete others, I have destroyed my own being.
I can’t promise to stay, but I can promise to tell you when I want to leave
I can’t promise forever,
but I can tell you I’ve compromised forever with others for you
I can’t promise I won’t be crazy,
because I like the fact that you bring out the real me
I can only make one promise,
I promise to give you everything I have and it will be more than you will ever need,
Sunday, I fell apart
Monday, I tried to press restart
Tuesday, sank in my blues
Wednesday, it became old news
Thursday, I faced my fears
Friday, I am set free
Saturday, I’m back to me
It’s a bad day,
possibly a bad week,
even a wicked month
but remember it’s not a bad life
I don’t care about fighting and arguing,
I’ll still be here tomorrow
You know how to keep me,
Be true to this
You ain’t new to this
We both been through some shit
Let me clarify,
I’m a ride or die
Get with this shit
I’ll be here
When shit hits the fan
I still be Holding you down
Even after it ends
I can promise you forever and always
And surely mean it
Sincerely, your Bonnie
Lost in the very thought of you. Found once again when I’m back in your arms.
I’m ready to come home.
Be my sweet vice babyI’m just asking you to always give me that little rush
Or is this just a little crush?
But here I am
and I don’t plan on coming down
You will burn as I rise from fires you try to set. Don’t play with someone that can handle the heat.
Stuck in this purgatory, waiting to move on with my life. My essence is tangled in this limbo. It’s so hard to stand and hold on, as everything shifts, moves and tumbles to distort my balance.
I am still standing though.
My heart screams, fighting every urge to fall and sudue this agonizing feeling.
I won’t give in.
I’ve gotten too far for that bullshit