8pm

Every night at eight pm, tears bubble up and welts, like paint plastered on my throat
I try to hold them back, the tears, but they come out with my face all scrunched up like used toilet paper.
It's not easy for me, previous posts make it out as if I am so
but the thought of you now with another woman, makes me cringe and want to die,
like the wicked witch of the west, when splattered with water, she burns and fries.
Your email made me happy, I wasn't expecting it at all,
I thought you left us long gone, I wouldn't be surprised.
I feel like that's what I deserve, if only I could go back
But I guess it was an experience in our hands, from which we will learn and grow and not do the same wrong things again.
As long as you are happy, that is all I can hope and wish for. Truly I hope you are
Be happy and full of passion, let those blue eyes of yours splash the world with joy and freedom, love and music, spread it around, like Jesus and his fish and bread, who fed 200 people
Who you are is beautiful, the world sees and nourishes that
I love you. Be happy and free to yourself. I love you