To be honest, I've been having a bad night.
I got hurt incredible easily and now I can't stop thinking about how unfair life is. Well, my life is.
And I was just trying to write a journal entry, when I saw the prompt for #Heart-of-Poetry ----> "Reality" [link]
So, basically, I feel like the one person I have my life intertwined with is living out my dreams. I'm stuck at home, and he's doing things that I would kill to do. And... Well, I sort of blew up on him tonight. So I wrote this poem.
He won't care, because he doesn't understand poetry at all. Actually, he doesn't really understand or care about anything that's important to me. But I know he cares about me. And that's pretty serious.
He doesn't get why I hate him doing things. And in my reality? It's because I envy him like crazy. I want to be in his shoes, and I know that I never will be. It's impossible.
So this is my heart poured out. I hope you enjoy.