“if you ever wonder why your friends leave you, you already have your answer:
friends don’t leave you; users do.”
KEYCHAIN.
Walking two miles in the night rain, crying, shaking, nervous,
Feeling like Red Riding Hood,
standing on my grandmothers porch, How do I tell her,
her son’s the Big Bad Wolf?
She tells me in public that effort goes both ways,
That I need to try harder,
She knows that he’s made his choice,
That he doesn’t care and that he’s no father,
The fact that in public, she’ll tell me one thing
and in private, something different
It’s all an illusion and smoke screen.
I know that I was never important.
Holding that stupid keychain is proof that I never stopped trying,
So often I try to make plans and he’d put me off every time,
She’d look at me as I cried to her, with her own crocodile tears,
I don’t know how her son being a deadbeat isnt one of her biggest fears.
And so I left with that same keychain, not knowing what to do with it
Maybe I’d throw it in the woods or a lake, but I couldn’t go through with it.
I held onto that thing for a goddamn year and it taunted me every day
Until I eventually found the person it belonged to, the person with whom it was meant to stay,
I had a whole speech ready to recite upon giving him that keychain,
But of course, when it came time to actually do it, I had nothing in my brain.
I stuttered and rushed and mumbled hoping that whatever I said,
Would still carry its meaning and at the very least make sense.
To my surprise he actually cared, and used his words to convey,
How much he loved and was honored that I’d given him the keychain.
Immediately, he hung it up somewhere safe, making me feel like a daughter,
It was then that I realized I had missed out on what it felt like to have a father.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
In letting them go, you are showing them the most love. And in that love, if it’s meant to be, they’ll come back.
- abby
For so long I only cried tears of sadness, that it feels magical to shed tears of joy.
…
second
twelfth
twenty-ninth 🦊
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
I want a relationship where they don’t just scratch my back, but massage and draw on it softly giving me tingles as I fall asleep.
I look back now and know that younger me is so proud
- abby
“Even in my dreams, I run to you”
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
she was the kind of girl who quietly looked at the people around her and missed them in this moment before it even ended.
“i don’t know what’s worse: to have lost them, or to have never had them at all…”
“i do. it’s to know which way it was…”
- abby