The Past.

I'm sorry you've had to deal with your past, with the people you have given yourself to and the ones who have carelessly left you to drown. I'm sorry about your pain, what keeps you awake at night, what keeps your mind restless. I'm sorry about your petals, for the way they have fallen, and for the way the wind has blown them away. I know those are your broken pieces and it haunts me, watching you have to fix yourself- to heal alone. That sort of thing breaks my heart, it makes me feel some kind of way, it makes me feel connected to you. I look at you, your eyes, your soul, and I can't help but to think why is it that these types of things always happen to good people, and because of that, I feel you, I feel you with all feeling, all heart, and all the moon's within my soul. And it hurts me, it hurts all of me to see you go through this while believing that you are unloved, and that's sad, you know? It's sad because you stand by that - the feeling of being unloved, alone and forgotten. You're not, it's just, the wrong people will always make you feel this way and the right ones will hold your hand, point you toward the light and guide you back home. Your past shouldn't ruin your future, it should give you the lessons needed to cure everything that hurts.

r.m. drake