The truth is hard to take.

You ruined everything we had.

Things are no good being brushed under the carpet.

The bright side isn’t for all.

A slumlord.

Some things you just need to let pass.

It is horrible to hear a loved one’s chest rattle with cancer and decay.

Written after a friend’s poem got eaten by a chat program… it got sent but never received and the writer could never quite remember the wording of her poem.