Fallout
Over time, things wither and rust.
They break away and return to dust.
They fall apart. They drift away.
They come and go. They never stay.
They stick around only for a short while.
Just long enough to learn to crack a smile.
Then before you know it, they’ve fell away.
Just like the seasons, they slip away.
“Best-friends” hold guns loaded with judgment to our heads.
Say or do the wrong thing, and they’ll shoot our self-esteem to shreds.
Family still holding grudges of things that happened when we were kids.
Placing blame on the faults of a person I no longer am. I’m not exactly sure how fair that is.
Ghosts from the past haunting us day in and day out.
Daily, my mind is flooded by an endless amount of doubt.
Is it my fault? Am I the reason they’re gone? Did I push them away?
Why do things– why do I have to be this way?
“Best-friends,” family, and memories of who we once were will all fall away one day
There’s nothing you can do to stop it. There are no perfect or magic words you can say.
They fall in and they fall out.. in the process, breaking connections, promises, and souls.
Nothing and no one is permanent. Everything and everyone is temporary until the day we all grow old.
-JL