"Is this destruction, or just quiet protest against loneliness?"

Mistakes begin from choices we make,
I never knew mine would be with you.
An equal risk or so we thought, but just
Know I fell for you, through and through.

Changes begin from the moment we decide,
When our starry eyes dull into the dark sky.
Our fear sends us falling back, but you?
Every time you'd retreat to the lie.

Crying is not weakness,
Loving is not for fools.
Tears say nothing of who we are,
True lessons are not taught in schools.

We learn from cruelty, from hardship, from strife;
The world is not easy, nor fair, nor mild
That upon which your own life is built,
Lies in the hands of your once-was child.

I was but a child, I am but a being, I will be naught but a soul - but you?
You could not, you cannot, and you will not learn to know me.



-sj