The hurt goes away in the end

There are two ways I could write this note.

Honestly or creatively.

Honestly speaking hurts a little too much

but a dose of imagination makes this bitter pill a little easier to swallow

to say i am selfish is an understatement

From the get go, I was all about me

People are the intruders, compeletly unwelcome

‘man is not an island’

but the mainland is full of chaos

unexplained sorrow

unreachable goals

all consuming hatred

and i realized too late that MY island had floated away

so i am here today

writing this note

to those who understand love, this is chance to learn to live with loss

the lesson is simple

when it gets too hard to hold one

when your fingernails are bleeding

and your heart keeps missing the beat


and just let go