Wilted Words

I am not going to lie this time, or deny the truth that's been staring right at me for so long, I am not going to overlook what seems to be undisputed. the truth, they say, hits you when you least expect it, it doesn't blindside you, though, because you have no one else to blame but your self. you weren't prepared, whether you like it or not, the time has come. you can't run away, you can't hide of what's been haunting you, taking away your peace, robbing you of your safe and sound sleep, you think time can heal you, but I am afraid, time is not on your side on this one, all you have is the truth that you are trying to ignore, Along with the unforgiving memories and thoughts, not allowing you to have closure, not redeeming you of your own doubts and mistakes, no matter how sorry you are, no matter how many times you utter words of apology, there are things you can't erase, there are things you can't undo. This is the truth that bites...

This world is beautiful, But it's a poem that everyone interpret in their own unique way, So often I encounter people who can't see beyond the bubble they locked themselves into. The world is such a beautiful place, so often people take its beauty for granted, Or they don't even see it, They don't bother to look, And no one is truly happy with what they have, They get caught up in prisons of their own making, Mothers are grumpy, Fathers are angry, Workers are tired and desperate, Teenagers are lost, Kids are learning the wrong things. All the young ones are chasing clouds of dreams, Chasing things they can't have. And the world is beautiful but it is doomed, When no one cares to make it a better place, The world is coming to an end.

My heart beats sounds like a drum in my ear and I am taking short shallow breaths to steady my self. I hide in the bathroom but it's pointless, even if I stay here for an hour it won't calm me down. I look at the mirror and I hope I don't look as nervous as I feel. I picked up this outfit a week ago, when you called me and told me you wanted to finally meet me. My nerves got the best of me and I think about leaving, What if he doesn't like what he sees ? A hundred things could go wrong, but it's too late to back down you'd be here any minute. I check my face for the third time, inspecting my features as if they were foreign, I hope I am not wearing too much makeup or too little. I want to be just about right. I wash my hands without necessity and I head out. Calm down . I try to match the rhythm of my heart to my steps, slow and steady. And I catch a glimpse of you. You walk in the front door elegantly, not a weight on your shoulder. The l...