Now that I have a little perspective on things. I think the whole idea of me being in a relationship was stupid. I should’ve never said yes to her. Yes, I made a huge mistake, and it’s one that I am paying for every single day. I mean if I never met her then I couldn’t have fallen in love. Now I have to worry about moving on from this. I don’t know, but I really don’t think going on dates will help. First of all I’ve been on some already they didn’t go so well. I guess it was just to soon. How about now? The way I see it is if I am still thinking about the love of my life then how would it work. I have been told so many times that getting to know someone else will take your mind off of her. I also heard that getting drunk could help as well, but not a smart idea on my part. I also don’t feel right bringing up my bullshit heartache to a new relationship. This is how people make so many dumb decisions. They bale on the relationship, and then jump right into another one. Now that new relationship has the same old problems. Maybe even a baby in most cases because Men can’t keep it in there pants, and Women believe in “True Love”. Or in most cases teenage girls. I can’t say that true love can’t happen, but in my experience it was all a big lie from the get go. It’s not a very easy feeling to have.
You couldn’t hold that up so tight.
You are going to spill your lies.
All over the ground outside.
I didn’t have to be wounded,
Just bury me under the leafs at the park.
You have no self control.
Your unswayable needs takes you hold.
I have seen love, and followed it.
I followed the speed of the star line.
Pace is the trick.
I fell for the wrong side of it,
And all of the destruction in it.
I made my selection.
I thought it could’ve been you,
But I was fooled so bad.
To all the corruption that is now embedded in my hands.
THE END
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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