Why is it that my deepest loves go to waste.
You remain, burning like always
And greater.
Yet, the others are getting out of my hand.
The others proving me right.
That no-one can love a broken soul for too long
If they see the brokenness to much in the light.
If the doll becomes cruel for a moment of truth
And the friendship bare witness
With strife,
they will drift away from your life
By instinct the safety will howl them away
The deepest and greatest of friendships decay
And the lost remain as lost and the lost they remain.
It is sad.
And it is tragic.
And it is normal
And common
And deal-able
It is acceptable
And readable
And laughable-- years down the line.
Sure.
But it doesn't mean you can smile.