Just before becoming strangers in eyes that don’t recognize years fading into the unknown. When expressions upon the face aren’t the comfort that should’ve been shown. The end is knocking for a way outta such a stagnant drought. As friends who once shared life’s lil gift refuse to give a fuck less to hear ILU’s out loud. Prior to it all coming down to stand in the table of something so pure. Someone could’ve stopped the chaos that created so much pointless wars. For the fighting isn’t even worth the effort to entertain a care to give. Bcuz all that’s left is two lies to last forever that told the truth of what self truly needs to live. As there’s a failure to relate in times of hearts seeking an ease like no other. Hoping to find more than an onlooker wanting to touch a new luv’r. A couple as one evolves into monsters that eventually go on about their own individual paths. To forget every memory that ever spread a smile that had no chance to last. As goodbyes are the beginning of sighing for it all to simply let go. With a deep wound that’ll take years to remove the ILU’s remerging to remind emotion of why it feels so good to be alone. Redefining home as I blank slate to where no one can hurt. With at some point in the future the one in the mirror will admit their own flaws as it’ll take some work. So self doesn’t cling to the cheap ILU’s that creep in to leave bcuz the damage still remains. Solitude corrects patterns that reoccur to place others as who’s to blame. For the becoming of self is too avoid the that was then and this is now scenario set on repeat. Solo is where peace is found without anyone else to confuse the inner consciousness to be free...
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