His is me walking away. Away from negotive people, people who bring unwanted anger and lack of motivation to be a better human. To the people who judge me and put me in a box rather than look at their own actions. I’m so disappointed in people right now. My ex srr says I’m sorry for your next wife.. LoL. Whay? I guess being. Adorded and pampered every day must suck. She’s just pissed because I held her accountable for her action never matching her words. Which you’d think by the age of 30 she’d know better, but hey to each their own. Ineed a reliable person to be my partner not some millennial who thinks just showing up get you a prize. I’m so over all of this relationship crap. I’m a kind loving person. I always have been and I actively through my actions show people daily that it’s true. I’m sick of people say shit about me. You don’t know me and if you do then you know it takes a lot of hurt for me to lash out. It takes me feeling boxed Into a cornered and feeling abused before I speak up these days.
So thank you to all the people who have stood with me over the years the people who have watched life tear me to shreds to the people who have seen me daily try to overcome the obstacles life has given me. To those people thank you for seeing the man behind this broken shell and wounded heart.
To those of you who left my side. Thank you for your part in my journey if you were a part of it I must have loved you dearly, I hope you are well and enjoying the life you’ve chosen.
And I wept with the Moon for I knew she was no longer mine… Each moment slipping further into night as dawn chased her away… I begged, pleading to the Moon for love is like begging the Sun for Mercy. Her Fire and Passion consume all who dare taste her flame. Yet still I weep as the wheels turn and my heart grinds to a bitter end. So now I tuck in this heart and shaking hands. Bare no more witness to my heart and soul. For sleep, sweet sleep has replaced your name on my tongue and weary heart. Goodnightmoon
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