I am a nurse without health insurance. I am the 99 %.
Miles From Where You Are
From this moment, I promise myself. I will no longer think of Mexico, or the middle of the sea, or the beautiful pink sand, and the smell of the salt, to be reminded of you. I won’t think of our once friends; that no longer can be deemed friends. I will go to a pharmacy, and not hate the pharmacist. I will love myself, like you, or no others ever will. I will eat, drink, and be merry, all alone, without thinking about where you might be having dinner. I will throw away old photos of places we’d been to, shirts of memories, or any other thing belonging to you. As for you’re gone from my life, and I waited too damn long to delete you. I don’t wish you well, as I believe you don’t deserve any sort of happiness, like I am seeing in my life now. And I want to thank you, for hating me.
Thankfully, not yours.
