Sep212008

She

She’s here. I was with her today, and she had the gall to act like nothing happened. I smiled, I talked, and went on like it was a normal conversation. But I don’t forget easily. Not the bruises. Not the tirades. Not the hurtful words. Those will stay forever, buried, but never to be forgotten.

I don’t forget. I try not to hold grudges but I don’t forget. To forget would mean I will have to accept her once again. No. I’m not weak enough to do that.

She never was what she should have been. And on the first chance she could get she left. Why? I don’t ever want to know. I know enough.

Come back. Stay here. Or leave. It won’t make a difference. Not really. The burden has been passed to the next generation.

I am young. Too young to think of such big responsibilities. I dream. I want. But those are not to be indulged…because she had to give in to her own.

Selfish bitch.

*She refers to the woman whose womb I came from.

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