I'm Really Not That Angry

I'm trying to be less angry about the stupid choices I have made. I was reminded that we all come into the world without knowing how to navigate it, and I shouldn't be pissed that I messed up so many times.

Remembering

I'll remember you forever. You were always kind to me. My brother. In your eyes I wasn't worthless. I took your face in my hands for the last time, as you died. You were so warm. We were new together, traveling companions, you were there with me. Now I'm set free though I don't want to be. More alone as time passes. A grandfather, brother and sons, the only men who ever loved me. I was always fooled by other men. They lied to me but I don't know why. They hurt me but I don't know why. Why wasn't being loved enough for them? Why was being unloved enough for me?