I.M.'s Jar

You gave me this jar

It serves me

encases me in it’s clarity

you filled me

i drew you in

consumed you

waited for you only to realize

it was you that I had weighted on me

my heart

what was once full, no, overflowing with love

has been emptied

drained

crystal clear

this glass serves to remind me to see clearly when it people attempt to draw from you under the premise of perceived generosity, solace, understanding

this glass reminds me of the dangers of empty people

empty promises

drainers, takers, thieves who prey on those of full(fool)-hearted intentions

Today there was a shit load of mind fuckery. Picking of the old scabs and wounds. Despite these reflections, I still had a pretty good day. Currently watching One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. It sucks that my day started off in such a tumultuous way. Revolting really. Especially when I had had such a good night with great heartwarming films. I laughed, I cried, and I appreciated that life can be hard in different ways but it’s better to look on the brighter side of life. I still feel that way. But it was as if these resurgence of bad memories was a attesting my belief in that. I’ve grown as a person and learned about the ways in which people can hurt you, but more so the ways I can keep pushing and hoping for the best to keep coming. I will continue to work on myself but I see the ways in which I’ve grown and where I need to go, where I can go; my future.