I'm still bitter from time to time.
I read my old words
With their guise of carefree indifference
With their pain lost in sending.
When I read them
I feel their anger swell in my heart
I see their passive aggressive undertones
I hear my heart break again
I look desperate
I look bitter
I look like I'm trying to mop up the water in a river.
It was never going to work.
So I let that anger go
I let myself feel only disappointed resignation.
I will not let myself become that person again.
I am different now.
But that bitterness will still sit inside.
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