Monday, May 2, 2011

Up in the Air.

When I was way younger,
We had a swingset in our backyard
I used to love it
And then we got rid of it.
That's kind of how I view my childhood; sometimes it's how I see my life in general.
I have something,
I like it,
It's gone.
I suppose it's gotten easier to lose something,
Someone,
That I put all my time into...
Or maybe that's just what I show on the outside.
I know that inside I'm caving and crashing,
Emotional waves destroying me.
I'll be okay;
Losing "everything" will in no way kill me.
Things'll be difficult,
But for once, the pieces I have to pick up aren't fragments and shards.

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