Many Years Later
My existence was not my choice.
Yellow is not a color that suits me.
But it fits you tight like a perfect sized shoe.
Roll over and wear the damned thing if it fits.
Or not…the choice is yours.
To think I used to adore you
Heavens me, I loved you all.
Everything changes in time.
Reversal of yesterday is not an option.
Sweet forgiveness of your bullshit
Arguably may not be worth it.
Smacking me in my face.
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.