Introspection in the Shower
SLAM
I can’t decide if this is an apology.
You were ambitious, I give you credit for that.So much more ambitious than I ever thought, but you lackedconfidence, in yourself.There was never the belief in your heart that you could ever be more than a barista—a struggling artistliving in the coffee shop on words you never could get right.You thought it was romantic, that the lifestyle suited you, but I don’t think you knew much about yourself.
If I could sit down with you in those cafes you always inhabited,where you wrote in angst, anger forming your words for no reasonif only that it was an emotionyou knew how to express.If I could say to you, I would, that we are different.I am not who you were;most of you died in the formation of me.
I do, I want to be sorry, but I don’t think that I am.Because, I didn’t like you, and I grew up believing I never could.
I don’t know who I am now, Or where in this life I am going.I have some ideas, but ideas aren’t concrete answers to soothethe anxious questions I haveabout What I Am.What I know is that, I like myself, much more than I like you.For that, I guess, I am sorry.
You deserved love.
Least of all from yourself.
05/23/2014
I can’t decide if this is an apology.
You were ambitious, I give you credit for that.So much more ambitious than I ever thought, but you lackedconfidence, in yourself.There was never the belief in your heart that you could ever be more than a barista—a struggling artistliving in the coffee shop on words you never could get right.You thought it was romantic, that the lifestyle suited you, but I don’t think you knew much about yourself.
If I could sit down with you in those cafes you always inhabited,where you wrote in angst, anger forming your words for no reasonif only that it was an emotionyou knew how to express.If I could say to you, I would, that we are different.I am not who you were;most of you died in the formation of me.
I do, I want to be sorry, but I don’t think that I am.Because, I didn’t like you, and I grew up believing I never could.
I don’t know who I am now, Or where in this life I am going.I have some ideas, but ideas aren’t concrete answers to soothethe anxious questions I haveabout What I Am.What I know is that, I like myself, much more than I like you.For that, I guess, I am sorry.
You deserved love.
Least of all from yourself.
05/23/2014
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