I have spoken before of the importance of treating others who love you well.
Not some time for a overzealous sappy, shit article.
I hurt someone I love
I love them very much.
I hurt them so much they don’t love me anymore.
Until recent years I always struggled with self-worth, my own that is
My father left when I was young and vulnerable
I valued him more than my mother, why?
I don’t know why, but I sure as hell know now, I don’t. I love the woman who raised me all those years on her own. She is my blood, she is my mother and always has been.
I carry myself as a king. It’s my way or it isn’t
I didn’t appreciate when things went my way.
I only damaged and yelled.
I bleed out my eyes and onto this page.
I still love them, but they are no longer a part of my kingdom.
Move on, but remember this because I’ve already been through it for you.
Never undervalue people who love and serve you.
They’ll catch on one day.