anger galore

realization often comes with back-swinging doors and all the anger galore slapping you in the face like you were the one that made all the mistakes; like you deserve the “I hate you’s” and backstabbing aches. the world never seems to ever want to grant you a break, I'm sorry. for all your troubles and all your worries and all the “I love you’s” you regret and all the “I miss you’s” you wish you could take back and all the “I care about you’s” that you wish would come back. Where is the nagging curiosity you had for me before? Where is the same love you used to ask for? changed my routine, changed my ways, just to have you leave through the back door without a second glance like you’ve just escaped the mental asylum my mind likes to call home. 

me.