He didn't seem to quite understand anything I said or wrote. Not truly, anyway.
He just seemed to interpret it into a way that fits his narrative to inflate my flaws and detach from me.
He never understood that I took the time to understand myself and my feelings. To reform my life again without him and without hating him the way he does me.
So, sure, call me obsessive.
At least I'm trying to be truthful.
YOU ARE READING
Notes from the Mind
PoetryI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
