Saturday, November 13, 2010

What is there truly left to say?

All we ever had was all we'll ever be. This, like every relationship, had an expiration date, and I fully believe we have hit that date. It's a date like a due date, you know about when it's gonna happen, but you never really know until the moment is upon you, and then it hits you like a log truck. And leaves you either overjoyed or in lots of little splintery pieces. This is not one of those times it leaves you overjoyed and celebratory. It's one of those time when you struggle to fall asleep and then struggle just as much to get out of bed the next morning. Going to sleep is a chore, a chore plagued with nightmares and uneasy fantasies that are never quite "right." Waking up is a challenge, a choice to either pull the covers back over your head and allow yourself to live how you feel or to get up and put on that fake smile and fake that I don't give a damn attitude. So, you get up, eventually...
You're always tired, angry, bitter, and lonely; you're never really sure what you want to do; you're never eager about anything; you just exist. Existing is easy when everyone around you is absorbed in bigger problems than your own, its makes it easier to put on a smile, it's even easier when there are people relying on you to be the happy stable one. It still sucks though, never getting to be the one that pouts and gets away with it with out a lot of hassle. But you make due and keep busy with frivolous things, anything to keep your mind off that expired relationship. The relationship that sits in the back of your head like rotting fruit in the back of the fridge. You know it's there. You know it's gone bad. But you can't quite get around to throwing it out. It's seriously starting to stink up the place though, and I guess it's time to get rid of it.
So, I guess this is goodbye, my love. It's time to take out the garbage.

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