to their veins.
Sometimes, I am one.
I know girls who apologize for asking
to go to the bathroom in class,
who apologize for everything
because they feel like they are taking
up more than their fair share of space
on this planet.
Everything starts with an I’m sorry
and ends with one too,
constant bookends that we don’t
even notice anymore.
We delete her apology the way we
delete likes and ums from speech.
I know girls with ten times more apologies
and I wonder how often they hear
You’re more than okay. "
At least I still have God. That’s something that can’t be taken away from me. He does not burden us with more than we can handle, and with hardship comes ease. At least that has been promised to me, and so I’ll hold on to those words until they makes some sense to me. I will have patience and trust His plan for me. It’s not over yet. I can do this. I have no choice but to.
Isn’t it funny how we remember the days a person leaves us more than the days they were with us sometimes? It’s like you remember that last hug, that last glare, that last everything more than anything else. It’s like it dulls out the other memories the more you dwell on that last time. It’s not actually that funny at all I guess…