It’s the only constant in our lives. It’s going to be something that will redirect the course of it, it is what’ll challenge us, and make or break us. There’s an irony in how all this works though. For the longest time I’ve been trying to get over my past, it’s always been the family that has fucked me over. Too many impulses and too many suicidal tendencies pressed into my mind. But the moment I finally get over something, it comes right around to remind me where I stood.
I think about you a lot but there is no reciprocation, there is no two way street. There hasn’t been in a long time too. I’ve become this thing that holds on to that 2% effort people give to me..
Maybe I have been getting over you this whole time and I’m glad because I really don’t deserve this turned cheek you give.
It’s about time I let go of you and hold on to the pieces of my sanity that have started to wander as I tried to grasp on to you.