Their future mistakes are already written in my past, just like mine with yours.
We refuse to listen, fighting what we know to be truth every step of the way.
Our resilience is unwavering and completely misguided.
Always struggling against what doesn’t matter, all the while letting what does slip away.
We are fools of youth, cynics of old and nothing more than what we never where.
Sometimes we forget what we know, yet we never forget how it made us feel
The lingering remnants of a feeling, those never go away
Even if we force ourselves to forget, there they are, waiting for us, at 2am.
In another life, people would say “He was a good man.”
Scoundrel in others
Hopeless romantic throughout many
The true personification of evil, once
A weary old soul caught in the cycle, just like all the others
Head filled with dreams that aren’t really dreams but fragments of lives now dust
I wonder how they will remember me this time around.
The one that got away
One I was too scared to connect with
There they were, looking at me as they did, smiling patiently while I hesitated
To push them away was my only option
Fear took hold because being vulnerable is only something the strong can handle
Only once have I taken such a step and it almost killed me, literally
It’s not the first time they’ve been by my side on the vast dreamscape
Such will never be anymore
That times passed and the opportune moment with it
We are foolish children in adult bodies
Still cowering in the corner scared of being alone
Frozen and unable to move
Hiding behind our strength and willingness to suffer
All that is yearned for is to allow it to happen
To fall deeply in to that abyss again
That will always be my most cherished memory and deepest regret because
You broke my heart.
A towering wall of green flame
I stepped through
Watched in awe as it all got scorched away
Purified and unbound
Now I see
What brings you closer to people isn’t the good times and glee, it’s the shared tragedy.
Why is it some of those who have the most wonderful gifts squander them?
Seeing all come ease to them only to have it forsaken.
They could be heroes, capable of such good in this life.
I must understand why.