I wonder what it tastes like...
if it ever grows stale and rotten...
or if it is fluid, constantly in motion,
never resting or slowing down.
That constant burn behind your lips.
Those constant defilements of trust and appreciation.
I wonder why it is this way.
As i conjure up the multiple-
and only real suitable explanations for this-
i see that all of them leave a pretty disgusting stain behind.
It bleeds through the cloth of trust,
and blots out the once cherished pieces of the puzzle.
The things you loved, that one thing you appreciated,
that one piece of something you could have that puts you at ease. But it is ruined forever from the spill.
From that selfish "Mistake" that seems to occur every day.
Every single sonic exhale is possessed by that selfish nature. Well, it is a great way to say thanks...
it really is.
Thanks for everything.
It means so much.
But the measure of sacrifice can only be determined by the selfish right?
Well that says that those who may not measure are blind and naive.
i am neither of the two, so therefore i see the product of my sacrifice and recognize the stupid decisions i made to trust.
For trust was once a sweet thing...
like a beautiful fruit hanging from the branches.
Ripened by only the forces uncontrolled...
natural, pure.
It was so satisfying, but housed an impostor...
a bitterness... a... sin?
I wish i could only wonder what it tasted like.
But i have been foolish enough to succumb to its bitter sweet nature, and refuse to move on.
It is hard to think that the lies are actually more painful than this.
It is hard to think of the reality of a situation, when it was fabricated by lies. Selfishness.
And that burning tongue behind your lip simply carries on...
And I continue to talk to myself