Compare what you must,
…for your indecisive thoughts,
seem to ramble,
elapsed and embraced,
perfection is the goal,
yet the wall of unfortune,
tends to stand between,
and with shattered stone,
you begin to realize the separation,
of fantasy from reality,
tingling sensation of warmth,
slowly grazes the cheek,
of cherry red blossoms,
and sanity comes in to play,
irritability of such chaos,
the mind begins to extract itself,
it can not mend,
interlaced fingers are shown,
with the signal of dispare,
your eyes open once again,
although this time dry and clear,
moments of such is panic,
for once again perfection is the goal,
the wall is down,
and the stones secure…
what is it that you do,
when the reality is the fantasy,
and from that you can not escape?
for there is nothing,
sleeping will not last forever,
until that day comes,
when waking up will be the impossible…
insanity.

to the people that tend to explain themselves to the world that you have changed or deserve forgiveness…: don’t be putting that shit on facebook. For one, if you truly believe you have changed or deserve forgiveness realize that what you need to do is to admit your wrong doing in person, or face to face. Typing down some “big” words and “deep phrases” will not get you anywhere. Anyone that has been hurt or deceived by you will not accept your apology through a computer screen, i know it may be hard to believe with this whole “technology phenomena” but goddamn where the hell has sincerity gone? The truth lies within the heart and the sole of a person, and if one is not strong enough to reveal that strength in front of the people that they “should” care about most, then “strong” or “dignity” is not the word you should be using. Being true to everyone around you is one thing… but being true to yourself is what counts. If that is not in you agenda, then it’s time to re-think what you just wrote.

I give you my heart, but all you have done is stomped on it, yet you cannot see, because i don’t show you my pain, so we go on as friends, as if we never were, but it’s just so hard to bare, not seeing you like i did. What happens now? do we just move on? if it was just so easy, i wouldn’t be in the position i am now.