/lit/ - Literature

She was a whore. And yet I could not fault her. She had lied. And yet I never anticipated the truth. She had betrayed me. And yet that betrayal felt justified.

The sickness In it all was how I blamed myself. Like a lung cancer patient mad at the tumor for existing, not acknowledging the packs of cigarettes that brought him here. You saw the signs and ignored them with such bliss

Pretending you could start a life.Thinking this patchwork of emotional turmoil would correct itself with time. The foolishness of it all!

Now as you pick up the shattered remains of the five years spent in contempt and captivity you begin to know the true meaning of freedom

The sun dawns on a new day.