how sad it is to see that i can't even come in contact with them without walking away broken.
so broken that i eventually give up?
accept my demise?
and learn how to survive as broken separate people?
like clay i am molded around anything and everything that comes my way. i end up doing exactly what they don't want to be done to me, i become the one you loath and no longer the one you love. like strangers we inflict each other with senseless acts of indulgence. who would've ever known that the pursuit of happiness could get so dirty and cost me so much? many cold stares and a goodbye forever later, i open my eyes when there is no salvation from the rock bottom. i weep and wile at the making of our regrets and wonder how it could've ever ended like this. but by the time i ask the question, i already know the answer, because we are, all in all, a little too late...
so broken that i eventually give up?
accept my demise?
and learn how to survive as broken separate people?
like clay i am molded around anything and everything that comes my way. i end up doing exactly what they don't want to be done to me, i become the one you loath and no longer the one you love. like strangers we inflict each other with senseless acts of indulgence. who would've ever known that the pursuit of happiness could get so dirty and cost me so much? many cold stares and a goodbye forever later, i open my eyes when there is no salvation from the rock bottom. i weep and wile at the making of our regrets and wonder how it could've ever ended like this. but by the time i ask the question, i already know the answer, because we are, all in all, a little too late...
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