It's a shared pain that shifts weight as denial grows. Each of us has suffered the grief of loyalty unreciprocated.
You held my faith as I held your hand. Your grip loosened and like salvaging a favorite paperback book, pages slipped out individually until an empty shell met back to front.
That shared pain is called to fill in the empty spaces that naïveté leaves. The weight becomes a burden on those of us who expect more.
There is no resolution for betrayal. I lock my fears up tight and covet the pain.
You can see the ones who shoulder this burden in the warm grave of routine, going through the motions of daily life without a smile or by putting off life's responsibilities for the sake of blissful sleep.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
It's a shared pain that shifts weight as denial grows. Each of us has suffered the grief of loyalty unreciprocated.
You held my faith as I held your hand. Your grip loosened and like salvaging a favorite paperback book, pages slipped out individually until an empty shell met back to front.
That shared pain is called to fill in the empty spaces that naïveté leaves. The weight becomes a burden on those of us who expect more.
There is no resolution for betrayal. I lock my fears up tight and covet the pain.
You can see the ones who shoulder this burden in the warm grave of routine, going through the motions of daily life without a smile or by putting off life's responsibilities for the sake of blissful sleep.
