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fifth
thirteenth
twenty-second 🍁
twenty-third
twenty-fourth
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
“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
There’s a statue of you in the gardens of my mind.
Closing the chapter with someone doesn’t make you cruel; it simply means they aren’t a part of the next one.
“I live for you more than I live for myself.”
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
Let go of what doesn’t bring you happiness: feelings, objects, people…
“You contradict your claim to have forgetten me when you go to such great lengths to avoid me.”
- abby
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seventh
eighth
seventeenth
nineteenth
twenty-first 🧺
- part two
twenty-second 🧺
twenty-fourth 🧺
“without your looming shadow, i can finally shine.”
- abby
I will never beg you to stay
When you and I know you’ll just walk away