tell me

Fighting w/all your might for the love that changed you for the worst will bring you the greatest strength. It's managing it that becomes a test of an even distribution. I find myself being too straight-forward. Too honest that my words become weapons & all I'm merely trying to do is be understood. More importantly, the wisdom that can even be considered that, are cries for help. It brings me joy knowing I've taught someone or lead another to a better possibility, but when I'm able to learn from the same experience, then I'm able to fill this void that I have long ago ignored. I just want to know all of his secrets. He trained me to a certain extent. But never shared his secrets. I suppose I should be thankful for that as well.