Obsessed with Old Loss  
by RestartBob
 
“…I’d gave up my happiness  
So you’d never feel sorrow  
And every day I would say  
“I’d do it again tomorrow”  
For you are important  
You are my light  
Even if you can’t see it  
It’s only because you are blinded by your shine  
You are not worthless  
You are not a waste of space  
You are my silly bird  
And you can never be replaced…”
 
An excerpt of a poem written by one that acted like she cared. How could it possibly be true if she would just leave me? Why bother with the lies?
 

 
I feel somewhat guilty about repeatedly bringing things up. But, it still bothers me a lot. I had not realized how obvious it was that I was upset, because I naturally assume no one pays attention to the things I do or say. I can hardly remember what I’ve done, but I know I bring the same thing up over and over again.  
This probably counts as “guilt trips”. I am a shitty person.
 
I cannot rightfully use another’s character in the things I am writing, so these are just stand alone whinings. I claim no ownership.  
Ach. I don’t think I can link without tagging. Don’t own poem.
 
Oh yeah, I’m trying to use a new cutie mark for Mercury. It may change still, but I think the simple-ish heart one will do. Though I didn’t really change much from the original sketch, I had help with design from a kind :iconzodiaczero: