Elucidating Questions

Part of me wishes she would forget, simply because it would make it easier to never have to try to understand

Every time when we go back and there’s only one side to explain

We never even stopped thinking about her and trying to keep that connection, like anything at all, something to bring hope.

Sent with love, all of it, we all experienced it I was a world away

My feelings were often tossed aside, grief was expressed by all other than one,

Yet I’m being blamed, the gun aimed at my back

When I tried to move on after trying to keep it together, and turned away, who knows how to fix that story

I wished only good things even though I wanted to say otherwise sometimes, trying to believe in that, and if she only knew

What her kick out of the so called nest

When we never saw her as it, and she never believed that,

She said terrible things about me, she said awful things often

All I ever did was tell her she was beautiful, because she is, she always tried to strip away my hope

What standards?

And telling the story from her point.

You see, I wonder if anyone could see and understand,

That the second the question was asked it was answered in a sharp twist

So my standards were one of a kind,

I guess.

These twists of fate, these calls for something that could make it better than this.

Eventually they’re all sick of me, I suppose.

I never get sick of them, I get sick of being alone.

I still don’t understand

Resentment.