Reality

I think the writing speaks for itself, I hope.

My truth is unspoken

Our reality is separate

It seems all has twisted to fit the winds of change

It’s all familiar but it’s off

As soon as I let go of these demons

I fear I’ll move on

Is it wrong to be petrified of change?

Or is it heir of human instinct?

History is meant to repeat itself to the ones who ignore its calling

Shall I ignore our past as you’ve done to move with this breeze?

Maybe it’s the most I can do in my own power

My mind feels weak

You used to catch me in the moments

But now I fall for all eternity

Doomed to search for what I’ve lost

You took pieces of me

Not one piece nor at one time

But over a period of hurt and loss

You let me fall, over and over

And now you’ll never wait for me

I wish to know the truth

Not a message with pure thought standing behind it

But the truth as raw as it gets

To throw away time so willingly must require a mind on weak shoulders

For no matter what any human may do, you cannot get it back

So be sure of the future

I can’t be certain nor will I ever

This scar will always be flawed in that it never heals

I can only reassure my mind in that you are done

So who am I to hold on?

Who am I to think there’s anything to wait for?

Who am I to wait for you to look back with a smile?

A fool.