Permanence

Things don’t change; people are just better at dealing with the situations

presented.

My footsteps are barely noticeable along the creaky floorboards, and your

questions are posed with

caution.

I keep pretending that hearing the clattering laughter of other’s

teeth doesn't set a hateful fire in my

heart. 

But it does.

The burning continued throughout this Winter, and when I welcomed Spring,

all my flowers shriveled

and died.

 

They told me I had made a mistake in loving the things I do.

And I agreed with that and admitted it was true. 

That everything and everyone was something I could love but could never

find,

and my darkest days were something bright on a rainy day.