Unescapable

I'm just a jilted lover in a realists world. I'm never going to get back what I had and its keeping me from opening my heart enough to move forward...

All I want to know is why?

What randomness in this world decided that some of us are destined to be torn apart and ripped to shreds and left to mend the pieces on our own?

A melancholy soul will only see the stitches in those put together pieces, and the sordid soul will see them as an irony to the event, and though the safest of souls is oblivious to such things, it is not excluded from the pain inflicted upon it.

Tears fall, hearts do too, but who's listening for the loss of breath in that moment when the realization hits? I've heard it, felt it, seen it.

When theres no fight left, when your sitting in the hallway on the floor feeling everything pulled out from under you, standing in the rain staring at a light in a window, desperately willing the time to turn in your favor, it feels impossible to take a step away. and for the longest time, every step is just as hard as the first.

it never goes away. it sits like a rock in your shoe, tolerable til something moves you in just the right way that you feel it....

but I'm just tossed aside and forgotten in the eyes of love, wishing to be found again.

How long will it be?

"For once I want to be the car crash, not always just the traffic jam..."