I am handling well...
(or at least for now it seems)
Same old same old
tragic as it seems.
My wants and needs are unknown.
Focus...
Is in restoring you back to you being you.
The reality of all of this
is
it will all just happen again.
Unavoidable
The tragedy of all this is that it was
avoidable...
And yet not!
Patterns and weaves of fate were
fashioned long before
I arrived on the scene.
In all of this Love is not even enough.
Just a reminder of another
failure.
My wants and needs are left wanting.
So we make do.
Attempting to heal the shell.
With the motion I go,
holding dear to what sanity I can.
And helping the rest do the same.
If only I could heal you?
But this an empty wish.
So we, once again
make do...
That's all I and others have left!
Make do...
Once again, we just make do.
And we handle it well...
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