Forgotten

So I guess we are bygones of closed pages, laces with fabric freeing away, floating into the air and soon by… swiped from under and far. It’s hard to feel unwanted and rejected, inferior to those you love, your eyes can only speak with tension and your lips tremor with pain.  You breathe deeply trying to calm your hurting self. You never thought you would be the past of the daily present, a dusty door soon to be buried and forgotten.

It’s even more painful to think of why and analyze your way through the process wondering how this happened.  It’s funny because you’re the only one hurting, your criminal has moved on, laughing his way down to new beginnings.  In the split of that second you wonder if there is a god. You wonder why it was you who was left behind. Life is cruel, but only with experience will you understand cruelty.  You want to jump out of your skin and into the life of another, hoping the grass is greener, if only just a bit.