Sometimes
I just stare out my window
and write in the fog from my breath
"Ungrateful"
My stomach turns
at the image reflected back
I cringe and realize;
I can no longer look myself in the eye
But this is who I've become;
Full ashtrays and avoided invitations,
and I'll be honest when I say
I'm not proud...
I'm not strong
Nowhere near the person I used to be
and when it finally hits me;
there's nothing I can do about it...
the fog fades and I'm left
with fingerprint smudges on glass
the words placed perfectly across my heart;
"Ungrateful"
Author notes
I also have part one of this posted.
I'm slowly getting over 3 months worth of writers block, so be nice.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oh wow, I love this. I can relate so well to the emotions in here. I feel like I'm so much less than I used to be.
This is really wonderful and I'm so happy that you're writing again babe. *bookmarked*
xx
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