sorry

date written: November 19, 2014

it’s been a week since we’ve met,
I’m not sure how to face you anymore. 
have my tears stained your pillow?
or is the burden too much to bare.
I had prayed you’d never see me like that.
but my dear,
sooner or later
you must see the reality
that everyone breaks 
after the point where it all becomes too much
it’s like a lit cannon. 
it must fire eventually.
maybe it’s all too much to take it at once
but no one is as happy as they seem.
individuals all have their hidden demons,
ones that remain a secretive thought so deep in the mind that even they may become momentarily amnesiac about it.