Moved to allpoetry.com

Moved to allpoetry.com

You're talking to someone else?

Yeah, but it's different.

You talk to him everyday, you text him every night, he knows you... How is it different?

     I talk to you, I respond to him. I love you, I fill time with him. He’s there for me, I’m still waiting on you.

There is something beautiful in the way his fingers dance across my skin
and the shadows they leave.

It’s so disturbing to see what people come to
How quickly they ruin what might have been
It’s so disturbing to see people go from light to dark
It physically hurts to watch them fall

It’s so disturbing to watch your friends whither
As they turn their back on heaven’s light
It’s so disturbing to see the past disappear
To watch as history demolishes itself

It hurts to see people ruin themselves
People who were so close to you
Friends and neighbors moving on
And leaving you wondering what is right

It’s hard to leave the past behind
The memories you thought were life itself
Those moments you wish would last forever
Old jokes never told again

It can’t be stopped
It can’t be avoided
It can only be accepted
No matter how hard it feels at first.
And then forever.