I'm going to ask you to be gentle with this one, because it is a touchy subject for me. It's also in my blog, so if you want to know why I wrote it, you can mooch on over, but I see no need for spelling it out right here. I would really like to know if this is just emotional drivel or actually has potential. Thanks.
I hate you for not understanding
me and I can't stand the way you
talk sometimes. I'm not saying it's
any harder for me, but at least you
have something to remember, and
me, here, with nothing, no memory,
just your over-protectiveness as a
result of a tragedy, such an important
part of my life that I can't even remember.
And it is, of course, as they say, far
better to have loved and lost
than to be me, right here, with no memory.
So if you insist on bringing up something
that makes me so uncomfortable,
I don't want to speak to you anymore.
It kills me how he looked like every one
of us. Even his name hurts to say.
It is indeed, far better to have loved and lost,
to reiterate a tired but so true cliché.
Written on Thursday 3rd April at 20:00

Full of emotion. Great just great.