Be the same man who crushes said soul?
How can you be angry, sometimes numb… but still can’t stop the tears running down your cheeks?
How can you hate him so …
Yet yearn for the comfort that he was once able to be?
How can the man who said, ‘I could live in your hug’ be the same man that can leave scars that will never disappear?
I don’t know the answers to any of these questions.
I just know that this is often my truth.
Some days more so than others.