I thought you had truly changed. Silly me! I guess I’m deranged. You are still the same and I the fool to blame.
I hate you, I loathe you oh I still love you.
You’re an ass. You are crass. This time I think I’ll pass. I don’t need you anymore. I chose you to ignore. I will rip you from my core. There’s an entire world to explore!
So this time I will walk away. There’s nothing left to say. Tomorrow is a new day. I might be sad and perhaps a bit mad but deep inside, I am glad.
I choose to let you be engrossed in your own stupidity. One day to will see, how your life unfolds without me.
So go away! Leave me now. You don’t deserve me for you broke our vows.
Time to let go of the past and move forward. You matter! You are wonderful.
With all my love Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Young Paul used to love scribbling on the wall. But his parents didn’t want him to do it at all. It still echoes in his ear “Stop messing up the wall! Stop it Paul!”
Paul grew up and he never learned to read or write. Perhaps out of spite. It pissed off his parents that he refused to learn. But how could he when being creative is all he yearned?
When he was one the wall was his paper. Now at 31 he was a mere gum scraper. Paul got married and had a son but his wife was soon killed by a gun.
Paul became depressed and easily angered. One day his 2 yr old son took a marker to the wall. Paul grabbed the belt yelling “Stop! You shouln’t have done that at all!”
He then remembered his writing on the wall, his parents and his life overall. His anger eased as he picked up his son. He couldn’t be like his parents, he would be fun.
He then took the magic marker and scribbled on the same wall. He stood up straight and in tears said “I can learn to write on this wall”. This is My wall and my name is Paul!
With love Guady G
It’s never too late to change one’s behavior and reactions. Our children have their own dreams. Let’s help them flourish and not hinder them. Thank you for reading.
Leave me alone!
I won’t let you take me
So GO join the dirty spoon and sharp knife
You darn misshapen fork!
Oh, if food could speak!
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Hugs from Brooklyn
If no one knows you, who are you?
Should you even exist?
I say yes.
You must persist!
The only one that truly matters is staring right back at you!
In the mirror.
Sincerely Guady G
Never stop loving yourself! You can defeat the obstacles that come your way. Exist, persist. Hugs from Brooklyn.
when you’re sure you have found the special one.
You blink your eyes and he’s gone.
He did utter catch you later but perhaps I should have asked “when?” Next week? Next year? Perhaps he meant another lifetime.
How could a union that felt so real be nothing more than a ruse? He’s gone and I’m left confused
Without any explanation, without any hesitation, he left. Not right!
It must have been a dream..
That darn moment!